To save money, we decided to split up. My daughters and I would ride in the horse-drawn buggy through the Gap of Dunloe, and my husband and 15 year old son would run/walk and meet us at the boats. We joked about who would arrive first…the trusty horse and its passengers, or the hearty he-men who would conquer the mountainous terrain. Amazingly, the hearty he-men kept catching up with us at various points along the way, as seen in the below picture.
We did reach the bridge leading to Lord Brandon’s Cottage only 10 minutes before our guys, and we waited anxiously and excitedly for their arrival. That’s us in the first picture…you can just see the top of little Amy’s head. My husband is taking the picture, and I can remember how happy we were to see them coming. Absence had indeed made our hearts grow fonder in this case, and the reunion as a family was sweet. And of course, our guys had conquered, overcame, and reveled in the experience. Many good stories were off and running.