The water is not warm here, but the tall birch rise up and fall over the eroding cliffs.
I spent 20 minutes stalking a blue heron, only to drive by some shallows with dozens later in the day. My dad is walking the dog and is talking to little girls he doesn’t know, and it’s not a problem here.
I clean up the beach litter. This is my beach. We used to play on a dangerous long torn-down playground set while the extended family of adults would sit in a circle and drink a few beers in the afternoon.
Katrina Craig 