Corn, Clouds, Memorable Conversation.
[Photo: And getting there was half the fun]
Skies overhead were so clear and crisp yesterday I wanted to write my name in the sky: "Gord was here. Could see for miles!"
Port Bruce welcomed me with a breeze that told me summer is over. Get out the leather jacket.
I conversed with a fellow my age (above) on the beach.
GH: Water still warm enough, eh?
He: Warm enough for me.
GH: Maybe I'll bring my trunks on Thursday.
He: I won't be here Thursday.
(And I thought it would be okay if he wasn't there on Thursday).
Note to self: Leather jacket, trunks, fresh batteries for camera on Thursday. And order 'fresh cut fries' again.
Please link to Port Bruce, Sept. 26, 2017.