




I was saving this place for someone special. I have passed it by every night on the way home from work for over a year. I had always thought about pulling over but just convinced myself to wait until i could share it with someone who was important to me. I was on the phone with my friend when she convinced me to pull over for myself. the sun was setting and before i could talk myself out of it, i pulled off...got out, and enjoyed the view while describing to her what it was like to be standing on the edge of a cliff looking at the ocean and smoke stacks. doing things for myself...hmmm, it's a new thing for me, but it felt good.