I know I could visit Carmel a dozen or more times a year and never get tired of the place, despite the endless crush of tourists.  Carmel has it all and then some.  And just when I think that perhaps I might grow weary of the hikes up and down the hills around town, I catch a whiff of the salt air, sink into an Adirondack chair, open a good bottle of Chardonnay and let the world drift by...  The roar of the ocean, the forever-young surfers, the smell of salt air and row upon row of little bungalows that line the steep hills -- these are all constant reminders of a place on the Pacific that calls to me and begs me to return.