Waves lapped at the rocks as a man rode by on a tricycle made for grown-ups. A sailboat in the distance glided effortlessly along the horizon. Sunbathers were beginning to arrive with their tote bags of towels and cold drinks.
It was funny. They were arriving as the thermometer was beginning to rise and we were fleeing for that very reason.
One thing that makes Cleveland's Edgewater Park unusual is that the shoreline has weeping willow trees that provide shade to fishermen and the beach has massive, beautiful trees that provide some shade in the middle of the beach.
A pier makes a great spot to view the city skyline and to people watch. An enormous ship loomed on the horizon. The man walking by reeked of marijuana. Welcome to Ohio where the everyone smells like a skunk.
A couple across the beach had three Irish Wolfhounds in tow. Technically, I think the dogs were in charge. Come to think of it, they could have been mistaken for a trio of small horses in need of saddles.
People went every which way, talking, listening, jogging, staring at their phones. In fact, it seemed many people had no interest in the beautiful Lake Erie summer day that we were so enjoying.
I was grateful that we were both tuned in to the lapping of waves, the shade of the trees and even the increasingly hostile sun beating down on us as we cut through the grass.
Nature. Fresh air. People watching.
What more could we ask? I can't think of a thing.
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