splish, splash, I was taking a bath...

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photo by Donald Kinney

Hate to brag, but I grew up (((oh so many years ago))) with waves and splashes in a tiny town on the Monterey Peninsula with the appropriate name of Pacific Grove.   Watching the sunset behind crashing breakers was a true spectator sport.

Today I live in an equally beautiful place, Marin County.   The waves and splashes are a bit farther away, but entirely do-able.   These were shot from the bluffs just north of Rodeo Beach in the Golden Gate National Recreation Area.



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Usually we have to wait until a winter storm to see huge crashing waves like these, but last week -- and I don't know why -- the busy surf was way up.



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Wikipedia has this to say about waves:
The WAVES were a World War II-era division of the U.S. Navy that consisted entirely of women.   The name of this group is an acronym for "Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service" (as well as an allusion to ocean waves); the word "emergency" implied that the acceptance of women was due to the unusual circumstances of the war and that at the end of the war the women would not be allowed to continue in Navy careers.

WAVES could not serve aboard combat ships or aircraft, and initially were restricted to duty in the continental United States. Late in World War II, WAVES were authorized to serve in certain overseas U.S. possessions, and a number were sent to Hawaii.   The war ended before any could be sent to other locations.



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Meanwhile, back at home in Pacific Grove (((again, oh so many years ago))), I find it somehow important to mention that our high-school football team went by the name of "The Breakers".   And even though our team never achieved a great record of victories, I thought we were kind of special -- when the wind was blowing in the right direction we could hear real breakers crashing on the rocks, a quarter mile or so away.



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