Mine is up at the end of "Coyote Drive," on Santa Cruz mountain, California. I'm five miles above the town. Looking toward Monterey Bay I can see the hills behind the lettuce fields in the Salinas valley. I can see the ocean. Turning around I see the lush green hills of Pine and Oak and grapes. I hear only the quiet rush of a breeze and the occasional tinkling of goat bells. The absence of busyness and the presence peacefulness is overwhelming.

Well I'll be darned! Look there. Another hours gone by! CHEERS, Bob(deckman)Nelson