Jul 302012
 

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I guess I felt we’d be remiss if we went to Erie and not spent some time at that Presque Isle place, so we did that briefly Saturday evening.

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I’m not a big beach person (beached whale, yeah), let alone a fake beach person, but it was OK for the short amount of time we spent there. My family used to go to Wildwood, NJ every summer and I was OK with spending my days eating sand because I knew that I would be rewarded with all of the action after dinner when we’d hit the boardwalk.

If I HAD to go to the beach, it would be Wildwood but that’s ONLY because of Morey’s Piers.

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The entire time, Henry reminisced about his stupid fishing trip that he took there a hundred years ago. “That’s where we stayed when I came here to fish!” he exclaimed wistfully at one point as we passed some negative-star motel.

“I PARKED THERE WHEN I WENT FISHING!”

“I ATE AT THAT PERKINS WHEN I CAME UP HERE TO FISH!”

Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP.

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Chooch probably still has sand on him. I should probably give him a bath at some point this week.

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Still, trodding through wet sand at Presque Isle wasn’t the worst way to waste time. And I guess it was pretty, if you like all that nature shit.

  One Response to “Presque Isle Beach 6”

  1. I wish we had something you could consider a beach here. We just have places they call beaches that are covered in tiny rocks that get stuck in bad places.

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