The Long Point Causeway, Canoes and a Muddy Creek.
Reg gets one peek at the blue sky - then it was gone.
Yesterday's weather certainly didn't help show off Long Point's long, sandy beaches or Lake Erie's colourful waves. Only once or twice did two friends and I - during a Highway 59 'crop tour' - see blue skies and bright white clouds or feel the sun's warmth.
And, sadly, I made the observation more than once, that markers of my childhood are gradually disappearing. My first public school is in decay, it's side yard now a building lot. My high school is now an elementary school, the Anglican church I attended is no more, the old pool room is a Thrift Shop. The list goes on.
"I am that old," I sometimes say.
That being said, I am still young and energetic enough to laugh at wayside canoes and crawl under small bridges to investigate mud nests made by swallows. Life is full in ways many a good-lookin', productive, middle-ager can enjoy.
"Pass the ketchup and onions, the Foot Long and French Fries are delicious," I said during yesterday's lunch at the Long Point Arcade, after Larry and Reg had dropped a few quarters into arcade machines.
Photos from along the way:
A gray day all around
"Paddle faster, Lady. Yer sinkin'"