Beginnings and Endings

 Greetings!

Everyone who grew up in La Jolla in the 1950's can trace their origins to the La Jolla Cove.  My mother, aunt, and I all have deep memories of time spent in that hundred yard stretch of cherished rocky shore.  So much so that we've all chosen to end up there.

My mom was the first, and I successfully placed her ashes (after some trouble with the wind) into the water from the rocks on its edge.

But I recommend a different approach for my aunt and I.  I'd placed our ashes into feet flippers, and carry them down across the beach from the stairs like you're going swimming.  Wade into the water, and just attempt to put on the flippers (actual swimming is optional).

Here is a link to the album of photos I took yesterday at the Cove