Early the first morning I made my way into an adjacent pasture from where we were staying. Two horses, and one pony greeted me as they enjoyed delicious food before sunrise
The Weekender and pony hooves.
This one was the most curious and clearly has a good taste.
Vibrance all around.
You can’t visit Ireland without tasting delicious whiskey.
Spending much of my time in the deserts of the American Southwest, being reminded of what this much rain can do for the landscape was refreshing.
And the stout just tastes better.
The necks on small, and newly constructed copper pot stills used for making Irish whiskey.
Jonah Bayer kept me in stitches the entire trip.
By chance we flew over just the Southern-most tip of greenland on our flight back the the US. A new place to explore!