Unfortunately the weather was not great and when we got to the top there was bad fog and a light mist.
See......
Kris hiked up the steep ass trail and I pulled the prego card and made friends with a goat (there was goat shit everywhere).
The fog lifted a bit and you can start to understand why people make the trip up here:
Goats and sheep are everywhere, even in the road:
After Slieve League we ventured to Glencolumbkille to visit a folk village. This part of north west Ireland has towns and road signs that are prevalent in Gaelic opposed to English. Made for some interesting map navigation. We stopped in the folk village which had replica cottages from different time periods. One cottage, based on the 1950's Glencolumbkille norm did not have electricity or running water. Our house was built in the 1950's and it provided a sharp contrast for how different things were in the US vs. a rural fishing village in Ireland (which did not have electricity until 1953).
Does this statue have a money symbol in its cloak?
Across from the folk village was one of the most incredible beaches I have ever seen. As with others, the picture does not serve it justice:
Finally we wanted to see Glenveagh Castle located in the Glenveagh National Park. After much driving (and frustration) and lovely scenery we did not find it and went back to Donegal. We did run across many horses in the park, I like them when they are contained:
These ones galloped along side the car until we pulled over for a photo op, what a bunch of hams:
Lessons:
Single lane roads with no signs or traces of human habitation are indeed actual routes and should be followed to reach desired destination.
Wait a minute, that's no goat!!
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