And Now, for the View (drumroll, please)

This is what we looked out at every day - fields of grass and wildflowers, twisted pines, blackberry bushes, all dropping dizzily into the ocean. A truly magical place, making me wonder if we should be doing a different form of music - Celtic maybe, something more like Enya? - instead of our comparatively Neanderthal rock 'n' roll. Such a setting just seems to scream for women in long skirts playing harps or mandolins, while men in long hair and tights gambol about clutching panpipes and Druidic-type artifacts... Is it any wonder that the hippie movement caught on so well in Northern California?