As a city girl, I’m not one to crave mountain air. But after a trip to the Dublin/Wicklow Mountains, I’m already longing to return.
In typical Irish fashion, we headed out to the hills with a picnic in tow and visions of enjoying the lovely weather. Of course, once we got outside the city, the clouds formed a thick layer or dullness over our heads.
We drove around the thin and winding roads on a slow ascent. It never fails to impress me how your can go from the city to the sticks in no time. We passed hikers headed into the forest and bikers whizzed by our windows, heads bent and bums swaying.
We pulled over to take in the view, and the cold hit us with force. What had started as a celebratorily mild September day had turned to a windy and very chilly one.
As we took a few pictures, our lovely picnic seemed less likely.
We continued to drive along Military Road, with vast sky and scenery surrounding us. I do love that feeling of being able to see as far as my eyes will allow.
Pulling over a suitable spot, we headed for a stroll. I was so happy I had brought my new hat because the wind was bitter and was worming its way under my jacket and making my nose feel like an ice splinter.
Selfie stick in hand (oh yes I did! It was a impulsive purchase in Vegas and it’s great, even though I haven’t quite mastered it yet) we went for a wander.
It’s so beautiful and remote out there.
After our fingers were suitably numb, we hurried back to the car where we ate our picnic in relative warmth.
If you find yourself in Dublin do take a trip out to the mountains.