My lovely wife Karen and I had the great fortune of living
here at Paradise Cove for 27 years. We lived in a small wooden
cottage hidden by the Cypress trees seen on the right, and for
a few years moved into an even smaller cottage right on the
cliff edge (seen below),before moving back into our lovely little
original home. In 1994, I moved my growing family to a larger
home one beach south in Three
Arch Bay, but I will always remember the idyllic beach cottage
days at Paradise Cove.
Youth is wasted on the young...
My home for many years on the cliffs of Paradise
Cove. Neighbors were nonexistent. I spent nearly all of my time
bodysurfing the now famous spectacular wave below. The beach
was private until the late 1970's so we had it nearly all to
ourselves. Today, the beach is now open to the public and unfortunately
the wave has been overrun by hoards of aggressive teenagers
on boogie boards fighting each other for ...heck, I don't know...ego
fulfillment, territorial claims, whatever. They seem clueless
to the beauty around them and unappreciative of the gift from
Mother Ocean. Sigh..............
Now, occasionally I walk down to watch the wave
and remember the wonderful years of youth, while the surfers
look at me like I'm some old inland geek crashing into their
"territory". If they only knew what they will never