RE: [Cal_Boats] Was Great Lakes. Now Monterey King TIde

This is not anywhere near the magnitude of Lake Michigan but this morning we were experiencing +6 tide Monterey Bay. I guess it’s called a King Tide. Here’s a pic from Lover’s Point. See the people dwarfed by the spray? They were down at the rail just before this surge came in. They had to be warned and advised/urged to get away. Tom Monterey, CA Resa CAL 2-25 From: Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com [mailto:Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com] Sent: Friday, January 22, 2016 7:03 AM To: Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com Subject: Re: [Cal_Boats] Great Lakes On 1/21/2016 5:48 PM, david dobbs tm… [at] yahoo.com [Cal_Boats] wrote: Chris, Living here in Chicago, in summer it's always cooler by the lake. We sometimes take the lake for granted, but every time I drive LSD, either north or south I am awed by it. When friends are driving cross-country, I always urge them to take the carferry across Lake Michigan. They are usually awed, too, when they lose sight of shore and realize what a big body of water it is. The writer Karl Ove Knausgaard came to the U.S. and did a travel piece for the New York Times last year. At one point he was driving north in Michigan, near the Lake Huron shore, with his photographer. Then they saw Lake Huron for the first time: I opened the window as far as it would go, stretched out my arm and dropped the cigarette; the wind caught it, and it spun out of sight. When I closed the window again, I glimpsed something blue between the trees. A moment later, the landscape opened up, and I looked straight ahead at a vast lake, covered in ice near the shore, pale blue farther out, filled with sunlight. My eyes teared up, not because the sight was so beautiful, but because the beauty was so sudden. Then we were in among the trees again. “Did you see that?” I said. “The lake?” “Should we stop?” “Yeah, let’s stop.” We drove back, parked the car and got out. The water lay motionless; far away on the horizon, its pale blue merged seamlessly with the hazy blue of the sky. A green island lay in the distance. For some reason it seemed to be floating above the water. It could be that the water around it was frozen, and the white of the ice was blending with the haze, making it appear as if the island hung suspended between lake and sky. Peter stood next to me with his camera lowered. “It’s too beautiful to take a photo, isn’t it?” I said. “Yes,” he said. To the northwest, a massive cloud formation hung immobile in the sky, as perfectly white as the snow beneath our feet. Not a soul, not a sound, just this vast light. That's as good a description of awe as I've ever seen. Chris Campbell --- This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. https://www.avast.com/antivirus