En route to Galway we made a stop to the Cliffs of Moher, which at seven hundred feet above ground are the highest cliffs in all of the British Isles. The cliffs are spectacular with the fantasy like beauty Ireland is famous for making the site a must see for any visit. Moher is as gorgeous as it is harsh—when walking about forty feet from the edge I threw a rock which came right back at me! Be sure to bring adequate raingear as I found out through two umbrellas inverting the wind that your best bet is just to wear a poncho or garbage bag if you have one handy. Averaging about forty degrees Fahrenheit not factoring in wind chill, Moher is even colder than the already cool temperature in the middle of summer, so don’t forget to wear layers. Waterproof cameras also aren’t’ a bad idea either. Along the edge there is a small railing that people hop over to get to the lower ledge of the cliff people routinely lay. What I loved was the distinct lack of warning signs that are so rampant in America: if you fall of the edge of the cliff because you were dumb enough to be playing there in a rainstorm it’s your own damn fault, no law suits, end of story. And sure enough every year a few casualties of Darwinism take a tumble, sadly not any of the obnoxious members of my group. At the top of the hill is O'Brien's Tower which I would have like to explore, but climbing to the top of a hill at the onset of a tempest just didn’t seem as appealing as warming up in the gift shop at the base. We only spent a total of about an hour here which felt too short, in reality the amount of time was rather reasonable given the weather.
Map and Photos for Across Ireland 
