LAND'S END

 

I haven't a single picture in my immediate or extended family of anyone either perched on or riding a motorcycle.   I rode on the back of one with my Uncle Jim once but didn't like it at all.  I don't know if anyone else ever rode one except for my son who, for a brief (thank heaven) time, owned one.   So . . . I decided to focus on something else in this picture besides the motorcycles and motorcycle riders.  I'm hoping the scene behind the pair of riders in the photo is one of water?  If not, my whole theme is off base.  But I think it is, and in that watery background is a very faint point of land ending in the water.  Following, then, are scenes of points of land ending in water - thus the title: “Land’s End”

John O’Groats Land’s End in Scotland, 2015 – the northernmost point of Scotland and England’s mainland. 

Ferry ride to Orkney

On the way to Dunvegan

In Alaska, sailing from Ketchikan to Vancouver.

Still sailing from Ketchikan Vancouver

Sugar Pine Point, Lake Tahoe.  Both ‘points’ count.

Meeks Bay, Lake Tahoe

Rubicon Point, and Rubicon Bay, Lake Tahoe

Emerald Bay, Lake Tahoe.

San Francisco’s Golden Gate before the bridge was built.  In the foreground is Yerba Buena Island through which the Bay Bridge linking the East Bay to San Francisco was tunneled, and that little spot out there is Alcatraz Island.

The bridgeless Golden Gate

Looking back toward the Golden Gate on leaving San Francisco Bay bound for . . .

. . . Oahu, Hawaii and it’s iconic volcano, Diamond Head, jutting out into the Pacific.  Until I saw this picture, I didn’t realize how big that volcano is.  I wouldn’t have wanted to be around when that baby blew its top! 

:->

La Nightingail

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