What a great decision that had been. We were on our own. Milky waves washed lazily onto the pebbly beach.
The heavy rains of the previous night had brought pollution to the water and dead fish were rolling up and down in the surf.
An unexpected off-flow of lake-bound water separated a strip of beach from the coast.
We walked and walked until we reached the end of Erie Rest Beach where we played with some mud which was oozing down the hill.
The sky turned ever more blue, some clouds gave the air shape.
Finally we drove up to Hawk Cliff, east of Port Stanley, where we had a full view of Lake Erie and the sky above, while munching on an impromptu picnic. Our little group worked well together - and this had been a great outing.
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