A Solitary Sunday, Sort of...

I didn't go to church Sunday morning. I attempted to listen online, but turned the computer off when the announcements became unbearable long and dry. I decided to listen another time and go out into the world alone for a second day in a row. This time I drove east.

I considered driving all the way to Fair Haven Beach State Park, but changed my mind and headed for Chimney Bluff, which is also now a state park. I didn't bother parking at the top of the bluff, but drove instead to where East Bay Rd falls into the lake. Literally.

It was the perfect day. I walked along the stone beach taking in the scenery. There were many more people than at either of the two parks on Saturday's adventure. I was a single individual in the midst of many.

 

I sat on the beach, close the water, and looked out over the lake. Two sailboats in the distance caught my attention. Their bottoms looks big and bulky, unlike any sailboat I've ever seen before. I determined to ask my Florida yacht captain friend about them.

I was sitting in the stones at the base of the bluffs when something along the water's edge moved. It was a little, brown frog! It seemed an unusual place to a frog, but there he was just the same. Every now and again a wave would wash over him and I'd have to remind myself that frogs are water animals, unlike the monarch in the lake the previous day.

I struck up a conversation with a barefooted fellow, mostly because his feet were bare. He'd had them in the water and was letting them dry before putting his shoes back on. I was amused. He was friendly enough and I learned several things about the guy, but not his name. I wasn't looking for names, just friendly conversation.

Down the beach was a family of six. Mon was nursing a baby and Dad was stacking rocks. I'd been amused by the barefooted guy, but was intrigued by the "rock star" dad. He was amazing, and was obviously passing his love of the art on to his boys. The rocks they stacked were not simply flat and round. They were professional rock stackers!

After at least two hours lollygagging on the beach below the bluffs, soaking in the sun, and taking in the sights, nature made and urgent call and I headed back to the parking area and rest rooms. 

I found a Youtube video taken last year when the lake levels were higher and the beach much smaller than this year. If you're interested it will show you where I was, along with "the end of the road."