Leaving my car in a practically full parking lot that serves the busy public access portion of Indiana Dunes State Park at Waverly Beach where young sunburned lifeguards perch during these early summer days on wind-weathered and water-stained ivory stands raised high above the tan sand to watch over hundreds of swimmers and sunbathers, I start a pleasant trek away from the loud and chaotic crowds toward a more secluded and protected section of the Lake Michigan shore. At first, I stride past a confusion of movement caused by a dozen volleyball players in bathing suits bouncing around a net while more than a score of onlookers surrounds them, enthusiastically shouting encouragement or sometimes finding fault, criticizing with mildly mocking jeers. A blare of clashing music from competing sources located on various rectangular isles of beach blankets scattered throughout the area supplies an oddly appropriate accompanying soundtrack.
This is so lovely that as I read it I kept saying "And why, Laura, have you not gone there? It's not even that far away." I shall put it on our list. Thank you.
This is so lovely that as I read it I kept saying "And why, Laura, have you not gone there? It's not even that far away." I shall put it on our list. Thank you.