Slieve League

When we decided to visit Ireland in the middle of February I didn’t have super high expectations about the weather. I figured the whole trip would be mostly dreary and cold. With my standard of expectation set so low I was always over the moon when the sun came out to greet us. It felt like Ireland was giving just us a special treat. 

We arrived in Slieve League in our absolutely tiny rental car. It was so small that my 6’2” husband Keaton looked like a giant squeezed into a clown sized car. One of the consequences of having such a small car was that it didn’t weigh very much. This fact, in combination with the fact that we were traveling quite light, meant that when the wind came it felt like the car (and us inside it) might just blow away. This issue became even more apparent when we pulled into the parking lot at Slieve League. It was so windy that I was legitimately worried that the car might blow over. 

Luckily, in true Ireland hospitality we decided to embrace the wind and go see the grandeur of the place for ourselves. After twenty minutes or so in the unwavering wind the sun peaked out and the entire place just shimmered. [Shot on Portra 400 taken with a Canon EOS-3]