I am sitting at my desk in Berkeley for one last time. Joe and Stephanie have just left for the airport, I of course hugged both with wells of tears in my eyes. I am waiting for Krissy to stop by so we can bid one another adieu.

The past few days have been absolutely magnificent. I have enjoyed every moment I have had. Nine of us from class went to the famous Big Sur. It was the most beautiful site I have ever seen, there was no way a picture could capture the beauty I guarantee that I am not a skilled enough writer to even come close to describing how lovely it all was. When we went to the public lookup we were amazed, all we wanted to do was get to a beach. We were told there was a beach with a trail 2 miles up the road. From our vantage point, we could see the most splendid private beach. It looks liked something off Leonardo Dicaprio’s The Beach it was so beautiful. Dozens of colors of blue, huge rocks to calm the tide, beautiful sprawling sanding beaches are merely the tip of the iceberg when it comes to what we could witness from our look out. However there was no path, and the beach was 200 ft below us in a very steep cliff. Definitely a service people are not supposed to traverse. We decided on an adventure, suited up with all of our gear and jumped over the edge.

The first thirty feet were a dangerous rockslide and the next one hundred was the thickest briar and bramble patch I have ever experienced. I am really cut up, and quite soar now, but it was a great descent. I kept coughing from breathing in all cottoning seedlings on the weeds, I would free fall for feet, at one point I was hang up side down. I will never be able to describe going down that hill, I can only feel going down it and it was that excellent.

One we were 75% finished with the hill we ran across a crude cut out path. It seems away from where we left the vehicle, there was a piece of property being prepared for construction. The owner of the party had a path carved out to the most spectacular beach ever. We now found our way out, because there would be no way to crawl back of that cliff.

The first step onto the beach was magnificent; there is nothing to compare it to. Absolutely wonderful! It was all ours. We sat there was the day eating lunches comprised of bread cheese, dessert cookies, fruits, tomatoes and lots of wine. The water was freezing, but enjoyable to lapse against the feet. There we all were, people who loved life more than life could ever appreciate. The Pacific never ended and the sky was perfect and untouched. Beauty exists is music, poetry, and art. Here are saw those three culminate into one perfect scene. Here is a memory I hope only senility will dash from my conscience.

The sunset over the horizon was magnificent. I can say no more about that scene.

Now that people are departing I am an emotional wreck. I have always loathed good-byes, and I did not realize how close I have become to so many of them. We really have went through a lot together. I am not cold, but a man who blood boils with emotion constantly. I will miss every one of them in there own way. I cannot continue with this either.

And last but not least I must talk about the beautiful artist that taught me Greek. That would be Mademoiselle Tran. She is an artist, and I hope she knows the walls are being built.
Posted on 8.15.2003 at 12:19 PM