I am about 120mi from the ocean - but only 30mi from Lake Tahoe and very close to loads of lakes, creeks, ponds etc -- I love fresh water lakes -- esp Tahoe - it seems like a small ocean w/ lots of places to visit and beaches to camp on.
Poll: Do you live within 50 miles of the ocean?
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I'm 300 miles from Pudget Sound. 75 feet from the deck to the river. Always loved the ocean and may well spend winters in Mexico on the beach.
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405 miles away as the crow flies.
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I am completely landlocked in the middle of the US. No wonder I like cruises.
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One childhood dream was to "see" an ocean. That dream was fulfilled at age 28 and I have lived within five miles of an ocean ever since. So if I do the numbers, I've spent 46.66666% of my life away from the ocean but always near the water including lakes (both large and small).
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80% of the world's population lives on the ocean
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I have always lived within a body of mostly water.
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I answered "No" because we are not within 50 miles of the open ocean but we are closer than that to Chesapeake Bay.
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Quick change your answer to yes. I live on Burrard Inlet and it is also salty.
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275 mi to the GOM
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I'm in the Dayton Ohio area.
Many of my relatives are within 50 miles of salt water: Coastal Maine, DC area, Gulf Coast, San Diego.
150 miles: Many relatives: Upstate NY(South of Albany).
Many of my relatives are within 50 miles of salt water: Coastal Maine, DC area, Gulf Coast, San Diego.
150 miles: Many relatives: Upstate NY(South of Albany).
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My family lives in Kansas. My dad saw the ocean once, said it wasn't nearly as big, as he thought it would be.
Guess he only say the top!
Besides that, salt water sucks!
Guess he only say the top!Besides that, salt water sucks!
I'm 150 miles from Gitche Gumee (Lake Superior) I swear its really an ocean! Ask Martha & Greg what they think..
The Edmund Fitzgerald went down in it in 1975....
[SIZE=-2]by Gordon Lightfoot[/SIZE]
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.
The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind
When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.
The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early
The Edmund Fitzgerald went down in it in 1975....
[SIZE=-2]by Gordon Lightfoot[/SIZE]
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.
The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind
When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.
The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early
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