While on the island of Inis Mor, my friends and I were told by the locals to visit the Dun Aengus Fort. We all agreed we'd have a look so we hiked up the misty hills. On the way to the top I kept stopping to take pictures of the wind as it blew in gusts over the long grass and rocks.
Everything was peaceful, until we reached the fort and I took in the size of it all. The towering stone walls had been built in the Iron Age and formed a semi-circle on the edge of a cliff. A cliff with a 100 meter drop.
I could barely look over the edge of the cliff. It was a very windy day and there were no rails and it was just the three of us standing there on the cliff's edge. I had it in my mind that I would lose my balance and fall off the cliff. My mom had warned me of that the last time I was in Ireland and her words stuck with me. So here I am trying to get close to the edge, but turning and running with fear. I did this more times than I'd like to count.
Luckily, Sam was able to capture what the drop looked like. A drop I couldn't even bear to look at, at first. But sure enough, I wielded the courage to stand closer and pose for pictures. But don't for a second think that I was actually cool this.
Though I may have been freaking most of time we were on that cliff. I did take a second to say to myself, "Wow I'm standing here on this cliff in Ireland, taking a big risk, and loving it." I started to think that the adventures I was having really did mean something and I was glad I got to travel out to the Aran Islands and all throughout Ireland.