The first of the 32 Summits.
Cian and I battled horrendous weather for most of the day, and reached the summit of Galtymore. A triumphant summit-photo ensued, but my phone died in the wet conditions, and only Cian’s photos of me survived. While Summit 1 was a regular day’s mountaineering I learned quickly that this project is not really about the mountain – and it is certainly not about me. It is about about the other people with whom I make the journeys, and it is about the people – both alive and dead – that we meet along the way. And I saw this even more clearly before the end of Summit 2.
Can’t express how delighted I am to see this blog, Cormac!! Bravo you! Look forward to reading all about the summits in your own unique way {…and will be super fun to read the blog with my Hubbie in it!!!}
Enjoy every second of this wonderful journey xxxx
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Thanks a million, Hilda, for the support, and for the blogging guru-ness.
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