The day I did this hike I was in a really shite mood. I was tired and crabby and just needed about 6 cups of coffee and a hug. We drove past Croagh Patrick and I recognized the name so we stopped for a “quick hike”, not realizing that this 5 mile hike would reach 2510 ft above sea level. I only got about 1/8 of the way up before my shit mood got the better of me and I really wanted to quit. But I didn’t; mostly because my amazing brother was consistently 30 yards in front of me setting one hell of a pace. The hike only got more difficult; steeper and more unstable. It started with the sun beating down and then it rained and then it hailed. Towards the end, the hike turns into an almost vertical incline of loose rock and it’s a challenge to put one foot in front of the other without sliding backwards. But by the time I made it to the top, I felt fucking fantastic. Hiking is my happy place. The climb, the trail, the views, pushing yourself. Hiking makes everything seem right again. It puts it all in perspective. This was one kick ass hike — in that it really did kick my ass. But it was also incredible and rewarding and I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything.