There's a headland with a lighthouse on top of it in Waiting for Chicken Smith. I would take summer holidays near a headland like this and would spend a lot of time just looking out at the Pacific and watching sharks and dolphins and big surf hitting the rocks. Judging the swell, we would jump into the water and ride it back up onto a ledge of rock, grabbing hold of any geological life preserver we could reach. We'd sit at the foot of the lighthouse until the sun set behind us, and the light came on above, then we'd go home for dinner. More about the book.