Bianca, Why Hello,

There I was at the Jetty, ten minutes alone with my thoughts and who should arrive, disembark and run right past the Jetty, out to waist high plumes of smelly, salt foam a 1/4 mile from the shore line, across a lake bed made dry by low water levels, but two bus loads of children on a field trip. Expect unexpected.

-Brian

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