Luckily, I came at them from the other direction, though. Must have been using a different wind then they were using. Anyway, it meant I avoided the whole having to climb up the cliff side thing. Which was good, because I totally forgot to give Fezzick a call before I started out on the journey. Stupid, I know. But everyone makes mistakes.
I didn’t actually realize when I first got there that Ireland’s Cliffs of Moher were the Cliffs of Insanity, in disguise. Someone mentioned it while I was there, and later when I looked it up, I was thrilled to discover it was true. Who didn’t want to join Inigo and the Man in Black in their little pre-fight chat?
A couple years later, when I was watching Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince for the second (okay, fine, maybe fifth) time, I realized that the caves that Professor Dumbledore and Harry were going into, to hunt for the horcrux, looked familiar. Yep, the Cliffs of Moher had struck again.
On my trip I neither engaged in any sword fights, nor tracked down any mystical whoosits (at least none that I am at liberty to discuss), but I still call the trip a success. The Cliffs were absolutely beautiful. I think perhaps my favorite part of them was, as I looked down to the lower peaks, I noticed a man’s face in the stone.
I like to think that he keeps watch over Ireland, waiting to sound the alarm if ever a threat approaches. Considering how long he’s probably been maintaining the guard there, I’m guessing he’s seen some stuff. If I’d remembered to bring my repelling rope, I totally would have gone down to ask him some questions. He’d have all sorts of wise answers, I’m sure. But that’s for my next trip to the Emerald Isle.
If you do happen to get there before me, though, please tell him I said hi.
One other thing, the Cliffs are a little daunting. Quite a bit of height and no real railings to speak of, so just do me a favor and be careful. I don’t want you to end up like this stick man.
Whether you’re looking for a moment of insanity, a hidden horcrux or just a little bit of sage advice, I think the Cliffs of Moher is the place to be. And if you just want to go and try to slip the word “inconceivable” into your conversation as much as possible, well, that’s okay too.
Squirrel Menace Update: The 2007 All-Ireland Squirrel Survey shed light on the in-fighting, and biological warfare, occurring between the greys and the reds. The battle continues, with the public now being asked to report squirrel sighting whether the creatures are dead or alive. We may be able to use this rodent disunity to our advantage.