Cliffs of Moher

Before we dropped the golfers off at Lahinch on Thursday our entire group took a trip to the dramatic Cliffs of Moher. The gray day leant an air of melancholy to the visit and the winds blew cold and fierce. More than once I thought my phone would be blown from my hands as I snapped photos.

This picture is of the left side of the cliff walk. I only walked up the right side.

Studly Doright only ventured as far as the visitors’ center, above, so I explored without him.
Members of our group
I didn’t really gain weight on the trip, but my multiple layers made it look like I’d added at least a stone (aka 14 lbs.)

Our bus driver, Paul, said the Cliffs of Moher had seen more than its share of jumpers through the years. Often the only clue that a suicide occurred was an unclaimed car in the parking area at day’s end. On a brighter note, the Cliffs are also a favorite place for marriage proposals. I just watched for dragons.

Peace, people.