The early-morning train from Mallow to Killarney was just about empty. Dew and condensation had made any sort of view out of the windows just a bit blurry, but clear enough to recognize the Kerry mountains growing in size in the distance as we went westward. With our preparation ready to be tested, we were riding waves of nervousness and confidence. We were attempting to summit the highest peak in Ireland, Carrauntoohil.
The Front Bottoms
American Trappist, Weakend Friends