Kilfenora and the Burren
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After we left Ennis, the Irish weather started to change quickly, as it does so often. Des had already told us, "Don't count on the weather, but don't give up on it either." The blue skies were turning gray and the calm winds were starting to really blow things around. We were entering a special corner of Ireland called The Burren. This is a 62-square mile area of bleak limestone outcroppings and exotic wildflowers. Twenty-two varieties of orchid grow here and I was lucky enough to pick one of these delicate flowers as a souvenir for my scrapbook.
The small village of Kilfenora is famous for its high crosses. As luck would have it, they had all been taken down for renovation, leaving us terribly disappointed.
Our next stop would be the world-famous Cliffs of Moher. These awe-inspiring cliffs rise a dramatic 705 feet above the Atlantic Ocean and stretch five miles along the West Clare Coast. That nasty west wind was really blowing on top of the cliffs and we had to wrap up our heads to prevent a bad earache. I was content to obey all the "Danger" signs and stay far from the edge. There were a number of tourists, however, that I would probably classify as "brain dead" because they ventured out past the barriers to snap that "perfect" picture. I saw some of them actually lie down on their stomach and peer over the edge with their camera. From my vantage point on top of the hill, the fissures in the rock shelf were very obvious and I couldn't help but wonder, "How many deaths a year from stupidity?"
It had been a full day of riding and touring.