Land's End may at times seem like the edge of a world long since passed; I find it more often to be the center of our psyches. This morning is no exception, having just "nipped" a ride on the Sky Tram along with a sojourn into the land of You Tube.
This seemingly simple tram ride, joyfully documented in an Eisenhower-era home movie, is a post-war poem set to the tenor of Mr. Hulot's Holiday but don't be lulled by its gentle sway. Witness how we edged even further in our difiance of physical and technical boundries and the delight taken in doing so: In 10 years we'd be walking on the moon, having breached one visonary Irishman's "New Frontier."
I highly recommend you all take this ride and before you do, counterpoint your adventure with the view found at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miNvgfOpBzg. Listen closely to the music, which moves you from the hulls of "coffin ships" sailing Westward towards the terminal shoreline of the America dream.
Walk along the postcard pictured Ocean Beach of yesteryear and imagine staring up at that tinderbox Victorian birthday cake, teetering on the edge of the world, flaunting time and tide. Interwoven into the music and the roar of the resounding waves are the words of Robert Browning..."Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for?" Lands End will always remain; a little bit of heaven.