The next day, we took off down the trail again. We were tentatively headed towards Glendalough, which we thought might be a bit far (~8 hours of walking). The first part of the day was great. We walked up over a 150 meter waterfall and then entered the Wicklow Mountains proper where we were walking inside a cloud for a couple hours. At some points we could look in all directions and not see more than 25-50 meters. It was pretty surreal and the closest thing to compare it to would be falling through clouds while sky diving (although much more slowly).Our sore muscles from the day before combined with a constant drizzle that started up in the early afternoon turned the day a bit south and the last few hours of hiking weren’t much fun. We tried to keep it light-hearted by singing German folk songs, but ultimately were just hoping for a town to pop up around each bend. After what seemed like forever, the trail turned downhill towards buildings and we found a hostel in Glendalough between the various monasteries and monuments that litter the town. Another 20 minute walk found us a real restaurant that, partially due to our hunger (we had only had Clif bars since breakfast), served the best ravioli ever!
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