people choose a place and it becomes their place and other like minded people's. we always go to the place just north where it's less slippery, but i always wonder about the people who come to this place. i see the attraction(s) but the rocks are slippery and brown, but this is where the hip young go, and mister and i are getting on. we have a hard time getting in where we go too, though we fit in. everything is changing. there's that spot where the sea wall completely fell we might try today. i don't think we can go where the hip young go, but i pass and take pictures because i want to be there too.