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The Path Did the Work
Helen had come to Croagh Patrick, in County Mayo, because she wanted a threshold she could not argue with. The mountain is a place of pilgrimage. People say Saint Patrick fasted here. She was not sure she believed the story. She believed the path, which was already steeper than her plan, and which people around here call the Reek.
What she wanted was the summit. She had pictured the small chapel at the top as the moment when the week would change its name: not a walk, a pilgrimage. The path refused the division. Every step was the same kind of step, loose stone, then a pause, then someone ahead who had done this before and someone behind who had not. There was no gate where the ordinary day stopped. Anthropologists call that in-between liminal: