"Sing me a sad song ..
And I'll be right on my way ...
A sad song like the songs of yesterday.
Well my father used to sing the blues;
Sometimes it was good ...
But my mother never saw the use,
And she chased him for his BLOOD ..."
The blood-red "Coffeepot Ridge" attracts outdoor lads and lasses of all
age groups, coming to experience Nature at it's rawest form and function ..
Here, the blue skies calm the tides and soothe the most enigmatic of hearts.
March 19, 2012