Today was the Cliffs of Moher.  I questioned whether it would be enough to fill an entire day but planned as if it would.  Simply put, it was a full day.  Full of exercise, awe, some struggle and ultimately the experience of nature asking much of us but giving more in return.

First of all, one of us went down . . . in the mud and almost over the edge.  Pride brushed off and mud intact we forged forward.

Don’t click to enlarge this, I’m big enough.

There was heather and warning along the path.

Why do humans try to leave a mark of their person when nature completely leaves them in the shadow?  It’s just clutter.

Muddy shoes, close to the edge.

You have to get the best shot, even though you have a 60-year old bald spot.

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Some trails, easy, others threateningly close to the edge.

Our yellow rain slickers (Thanks Wayne) helped us stand out.

The warnings were correct.  These are not your “US Park Service Extreme Caution Warnings.”  These are real.  And it is dangerous, the wind blows around in gusts and footing is all important.

Still, I’m having fun.

And some are trudging on.

Even in the face of severe danger.

And then a time for contemplation.

Here’s a slide show  to indulge in music and image.