Once again, we headed to Lake Erie and parked our chairs in the grove of trees, enjoyed the sites, the people walking by us, the boats sailing in our midst and just chilled at the Marblehead Lighthouse.
The lake was the choppiest I've ever seen it. And the breeze was more than just gentle. But the skies were perfectly blue and the temperature modest. And the late summer bugs never showed.
I commented that I thought this was our best trip to the lake and lighthouse.
I can't explain it, but I am at my happiest and most content when there.
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