|Beach at Crescent City, California|
Which brings to mind the time when I was in Munich and I encountered an Australian busker strumming a guitar and singing in the arcade of a government building:
"Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you..."
|Mist-shrouded Oregon beach|
There's too much beauty to absorb. As hard as I found it to be, I forced myself to pass by pull-outs where I saw motorists standing at the guard rails, pointing out to sea.
All such fears were laid to rest when we came upon the imposing rocks on the shore near Brookings.
No answer, of course. It's a rhetorical question if ever there was one.