FROM THE ERIE SHORE--

The waves slapped the beach in their eternal cadence and the gulls squawked--as they always do.

Then I whispered by a protective goose and was past him on the bike before he knew I was coming. Ha. I chuckled at his double take while I rolled around the campground at sunrise.

Yup, yesterday the camper lazied its way to East Harbor State Park between Marblehead and Catawba Island for a gentle two-day visit laced with nautical ambiance. Brad and Karen Crownover live up here and it is their computer that is making this post possible.

Se ya later.

I can still hear the waves calling.