Hurray, it’s St. Paddy’s Day. Lift a Guinness to the sky my friend. Unfortunately here in Connecticut the coronavirus has all the watering holes shuttered. What a damn shame. Still St. Paddy’s Day has me thinking about the Emerald Isle. I haven’t been there in some time.
Clouds Maam Cross
It’s a magical place with magical people. You can find several related posts on this site. During my last visit I hiked 70 miles, solo, over some of the most enchanting landscapes. No way I’ll ever forget it. Éire lives in my soul.
