We had a short drive today because we are visiting relatives this afternoon and evening. We got an early start, and as we were driving along we realized that it was a perfect beach day: hot, but not too hot, sunny, a light breeze. So we decided to go to the beach in western Pennsylvania.
Above: Presque Isle, Penna.
There are miles of beaches on Presque Isle, just north of Erie, with sand, seagulls, the occasional seashell, and reasonably warm water. If you’re willing to walk five minutes, you can get away from the crowded swimming beaches and have long stretches of sand pretty much to yourself.
Carol stood at the end of a low concrete wall, presumably there to control erosion, and looked across Lake Erie. If you looked carefully, you could just see a few big buildings on the opposite shore shimmering through the humidity.
Above: Presque Isle, Penna.
We walked for over an hour on the beach. There were lots of small flat stones that were perfect for skipping, and I managed to skip one stone seven times before it sank into the water. We saw lots of interesting driftwood, too, and someone had built a couple of lean-to structures out of big pieces of driftwood, sort of like the forts kids build in the woods.
Above: Presque Isle, Penna.
It was pretty idyllic.
Dear Dan,
I’m waving at you from Indiana.
PS. A squinting modifier:
“Carol stood at the end of a low concrete wall, presumably there to control erosion, and looked across Lake Erie.”
See it? (Yes, you have to squint.) Now, revise accordingly.
Love, Your WordNerd Sister
We’re home now and I’m so exhausted from my erosion control gig on Lake Erie.