A Changing Morning Sky

7:13
 

Setting Sun At 5:11PM

It's just 7:00 as I start and I am trying to figure out how to head this blog.  It's a morning like most these days, 30º, gray sky, with a green lawn, the result of the beginning thaw.  Ice fishermen are still out on the lake, enjoying the last of the ice fishing season.  

Chautauqua Creek

It's difficult to remember what I did yesterday most days because of their sameness. The early morning is easy, listen to Morning Joe, skim the NYTimes and Washington Post, write the blog, wait for Evie to rise, and have breakfast.  This happens almost every morning.  Yesterday, then, we wanted to hike somewhere different so we decided to take a  ride up to Lake Erie, to Barcelona beach, hitting some of the back roads. We parked at the junction of Rt. 5 and Chautauqua Creek where there is a parking lot.  We walked, then, less than a half-mile to the beach, along the rushing creek, the path filled with deadfall.  I had hoped to walk the beach but ice mounds filled the beach, making it impossible to walk, the lake still frozen in parts.  When we left, a young kid was just arriving to fish for steelhead in the creek. 

Lake Erie

Ice Mounds
 

Path Back To Our Car

We stopped at Tops Grocery on the way home, picked up some chicken thighs for dinner, and were home by 12:30.  I heated up the taco casserole and for some reason, both of us liked it better than the night before when it was dinner.  I watched my show, Watchman, and am still not crazy about it but will stick with it.  The afternoon went quickly,  with Evie prepping our dinner of chicken, mushrooms, and artichokes, my reading, napping, reading on my computer until 5:00 when Evie suggested we drive off to the Long Point Marina and walk out to the end of Long Point.  It was a good idea as it felt good to get outside.  The trail was still snow-covered but safe enough to walk on using our poles. We met a couple of dog walkers but that was it.  It's a short hike, a half hour but worth it.

Path Along Long Point

Long Point

We loved our dinner, an old chestnut from our Hawaii days.  We watched a Colbert, some of the depressing political news, then a fairly new film called Fishermen's Friends, decent but predictable and melodramatic. And you better like fishermen songs.  We finished the evening with Englightenment, another series about an unhappy woman.