There was a plaque embedded in the rocks about eight feet beyond the wall I sat on. When I slung my legs over this wall so I could face the ocean, someone made a joke “Don’t jump!” Two people on my bus sat close to me. Allan lived in a famous house on Fairmont made by Woodsman. It has a fairytale quality to it.
In 1987 I returned to McLure’s Beach and climbed the rock I fell on. I was utterly alone. There was no one in the parking lot, and thus no one for miles. I had gone thru the New Hope Program and had a year of sobriety. I had been in hypnotherapy. I had to do this.
I had not climbed but thirty feet, and was heading for the bridge, when I came upon a plaque nailed into the rock.
“6 KNOWN DEATHS”
This plaque was not there in 1967, and the thought that six people who came after me, met their death, was otherworldly. I was entering The Land of the Known Dead. I thought about the collective grief of their families. Their tears had come here. I closed my eyes, took some deep breaths, told myself I can do this, and proceeded.
I do not think Keith and James…
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