The Irish morning was upon us, wet, windy, and spectacular. We donned our [somewhat inappropriate] runners, and headed out, nearly immediately soaked to the skin. Thankfully, boardwalks were lined with metal studs, which brilliantly allows you to walk on the wet wood without ruining yourself. This place was spectacular in every way. The rolling hills and trees were covered with the greenest moss.We stopped by the Poulanass waterfall, mostly so Leigh could freak out and so we could see a crew of wild mountain goats (which happen to be her spirit animal).We also came across this group of deer. It was very adorable.The wind and rain meant there were few other hillwalkers that day, however, we came across the most friendly crew, including this handsome fellow. They are participating in a charity challenge, where they hike each day to raise funds for a children’s hospice (you can read more on their Facebook page here). They referred to us as “hardy Canadian women” which is hands down my favourite descriptor of all times.The Lugduff mountain was stunning and the Wicklow Way lead us back home. To where we enjoyed some warm whiskeys. It was the perfect way to end a day of hiking. Later that evening, we wandered to a local pub with our new Aussie, French, and American pals for a pint, where I saw my favourite painting ever.and this goat.