The first big jet that passes over is SUCH a rush to experience. Almost worth the price of admission to this spot. Very little warning each time, except for a short rising whoosh, then a sudden and emphatic roar. Next, glimpses of huge wings, airline liveries and landing gear wheels hurtling by through the trees. But I was able to sleep just fine without earplugs as arrivals seemed to dramatically reduce in frequency after 11 PM. The outdoor shower was so hedonistic, with hot steam billowing, leaves and tree berries to casually shuffle aside from the shower drain, and the runway lights of Lindbergh Field to gaze curiously at as I lathered my hair with shampoo. A very cozy nook of a room.