I have been extremely fortunate in chance meetings with like-minded individuals during my travels. T, whom I met after crossing the Pyrenees mountains into France understood my need to just get out of the city and see something extraordinary.
Glendalough is home to an intact tower that was built around 900 AD as a method for protecting monastic treasures, and a truly extraordinary ridge trail around the lake. The trail itself is built from interlocking wooden beams, as a standard trail wouldn’t survive the constant foot traffic.
As much craic as it was to hit the pubs out in Dublin, *this* is the kind of place that I feel the most alive. For both, and for being a most welcoming and helpful friend, may the world shower you with the kindness you have shown me T.