Pacific Grove Research Paper

Looking at a map Pacific Grove, California appears as nothing more than a speck, located on the Monterey Peninsula and nestled between Monterey and Pebble Beach. One could miss this tiny town with the blink of an eye. It is here one day I found Perkins Park a place giving me solace, and granting me the freedom to reflect on how life use to be.
Steeped in rich history dating back as far as 1875, Pacific Groove in itself is quite a sight to behold, with narrow streets, most running west to east and lined with Victorian Era cottages and homes numbering over a thousand. One can quickly get caught up in the feelings of days gone by. As you tour the streets you will soon be imagining how it must have been. Ladies, in their fancy dresses made of
The smell at times overwhelming as it mingles with the salty aromas of the sea. Reminding you perhaps, of your first steps inside a candy store. It is the smell of happiness recalling the wonders of a childhood. Each breath working its way through your body like a great ship on a voyage across the sea.
The Cypress Trees working to carry the sweet smell across the bay are themselves an image of beauty, each one sculpted to perfection, their strong limbs reaching wide providing shelter form the hot noon time sun. Working together these strong limbs form a great canopy just right for napping as you stretch out on a bench to take in the wonders of all around. You feel safe and protected from the wind, the sun, and the sea.
As you lie on the bench, at first with eyes wide open you may catch a glimpse of all happening on the bay. In the distance sail boats, with masts raised to assume full sail clutter the bay. It is all a part of a great dance as they position for the day. Their sails catch the wind with determination, arching awkwardly as they try tirelessly to take control. You cannot help but envy them as show with great skill their ability to catch the