Never, never, never get tired of that cove. Winter, spring, summer or fall. Day time, night time, hot or cold. Rain, sleet, sun, snow or mist. I never tire of its vastness, it's ruggedness and the natural beauty and the smell. Oh that smell. I loved being there in that misty stuff. But hey, I love that mysterious misty stuff. So hey new idea...get Craig's to take the pics next time and you become one with the cove. In fact...sit on my stone couch. You know the one I showed you. lol xx