Sailing out into the Atlantic Ocean and looking back on the majestic Cliffs of Moher, I’m reminded of Seamus Heaney, Ireland’s Nobel-winning poet: “Did sea define the land or land the sea? Each drew new meaning from the waves’ collision. Sea broke on land to full identity.” The Cliffs stretch for five miles, rising dead out of the water to a height of 2,300 feet and claiming one of the most astonishing views in Ireland. On a clear day the Aran Islands are visible in Galway Bay, as well as the valleys and hills of Connemara. While I’d previously walked the Cliffs to take in the views, I never fully grasped their scale and beauty until I approached them from the sea.