tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16751830.post5017399085083487779..comments2023-10-22T01:48:27.712-07:00Comments on AtMoSpHeRiC RuMiNaTiOnS...: Lil ol' me...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05375131775477058146noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16751830.post-42462171199776726492007-02-20T15:27:00.000-08:002007-02-20T15:27:00.000-08:00You're so right. The photo says it all...You're so right. The photo says it all...Mari Meehanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09322012728807169863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16751830.post-19908841720609055692007-02-20T01:36:00.000-08:002007-02-20T01:36:00.000-08:00Thanks, Mr. Pert (I know who you REALLY are...some...Thanks, Mr. Pert (I know who you REALLY are...sometimes that's what's wrong with the human race...not enough solitude. Me, I can do without all the clamor.<BR/><BR/>Cathy dear, thank you very much. Every time I go to the ocean, I think, "THAT'S why I came here". I don't know if I fit the textbook definition of "happy", but I'm where I want to be. That much I know.<BR/><BR/>Mike, hi there. I went to Cape Arago on Christmas Eve; not only were the winds harsh, it was raining...and the drops were coming down SIDEWAYS. If I lean into the wind, at that little rocky-bench area at Arago, I'll lose my hat. Still, it sounds like something I'd like to try. The old tennis courts are still there, not eroded away yet, although the northwest corner of the court is poking thru the soil where the cliff is. First time I ever saw "Shore Acres Tennis Courts" back in 2001, I wondered, "what's THIS all about?" What an area this is. It sounds like you need to re-visit this neck of the woods. Thsnkd for stopping by my humble little blog.Lil ol' me...https://www.blogger.com/profile/05375131775477058146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16751830.post-50094171975657843672007-02-20T01:14:00.000-08:002007-02-20T01:14:00.000-08:00Ah, Shore Acres! What a great place. Got married...Ah, Shore Acres! What a great place. Got married there, and never got over the grandeur of the formal gardens mixed with the majestic power of the surf. When I went there [in the last century], there were old tennis courts from the estate, just north of the viewpoint. They were getting eaten up by major storms . . . next high wind storm, go to the end of the road, at Cape Arago and stand on the wall, leaning into the wind.kalmiopsishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07741843239613751487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16751830.post-45690942556765826542007-02-19T19:25:00.000-08:002007-02-19T19:25:00.000-08:00I'm so glad you're happy. I can smell the ocean n...I'm so glad you're happy. I can smell the ocean now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16751830.post-20502341570439756672007-02-19T09:21:00.000-08:002007-02-19T09:21:00.000-08:00awesome picture.perfect description of freedom, do...awesome picture.<BR/>perfect description of freedom, doing what you want when you want and enjoying solitude.raymond perthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07016246118115516015noreply@blogger.com