When I catch the smell of the ocean it brings back so many memories. I was down at Myrtle Beach for a wedding and sitting outside watching the ocean and enjoying the warm gentle breeze off of it. The smell is what floods my mind with memories of when I was stationed at Camp Lejeune. I remember being on the USS Wood County (LST-1179) heading to the Caribbean for a cruise. Sitting back on the fantail late at night, just the moon shinning, and hearing the propeller churning the water and seeing the wake of the ship. Or sitting on a hill on Vieques PR with some Marines and few cold beers watching the F4's coming in for their bombing runs they did on the end of the island. It's that smell that brings all these memories back, I guess this is what I really love about the ocean. I can go back in time, to a time that I so loved and miss.
Now I did give some thought about climbing up here. I thought, wow, what a view that would be from up there, but then I also thought what happens if you fall. There is NO ONE around and NO ONE knows you are even here in this area. So here are the pictures from the ground looking up, but at least I'm standing on my own two feet.
"The growing and dying of the moon reminds us of our ignorance which comes and goes- but when the moon is full it is as if the Great Spirit were upon the whole world." Black Elk, Oglala Sioux
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Communion On The Moon July 20, 1969
On Sunday July 20, 1969 the first people landed on the moon. Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin were in the lunar lander which touched down at 3:17 Eastern Standard Time. Buzz Aldrin had with him the Reserved Sacrament. He radioed: “Houston , this is Eagle. This is the LM pilot speaking. I would like to request a few moments of silence. I would like to invite each person listening in, whoever or wherever he may be, to contemplate for a moment the events of the last few hours, and to give thanks in his own individual way.”
Later he wrote: “In the radio blackout, I opened the little plastic packages which contained the bread and the wine. I poured the wine into the chalice our church had given me. In the one-sixth gravity of the moon, the…
"The Indian loved to worship. From birth to death, he revered his surroundings. He considered himself born in the luxurious lap of Mother Earth, and no place was to him humble. There was nothing between him and the Big Holy (Wakan Tanka). The contact was immediate and personal, and the blessings of Wakan Tanka flowed over the Indian like rain showered from the sky. Wakan Tanka was not aloof, apart, and ever seeking to quell evil forces. He did not punish the animals and the birds, and likewise, he did not punish man. He was not a punishing god. For there was never a question as to the supremacy of an evil power over and above the power of Good. There was but one ruling power, and that was Good." -Chief Luther Standing Bear - Teton Sioux, Born 1868