One of the things we ex-pat Sarnians do when visiting the area is go for fries under the Bluewater Bridge. Just before lunch, I spent a few minutes at the water's edge at the mouth of Lake Huron. A freighter was just going under the bridge where Lake Huron empties into the St. Clair River. I still marvel at how good a photo my iPhone 4S can take - IMHO.
There are a couple of chip trucks that operate right under the bridge but the best one (Albert's) lost its spot a few years back and they've moved into a real building only a few hundred metres away. There, my sister, Valerie, and two of her grandchildren and I had a lovely lunch of hot dogs, FRIES, pop and ice cream. We were feeling pretty mellow after that so we decided to drop the kids (age 9 and 16) off at the beach while Valerie and I went yarn-shopping. We then returned to the beach to spend the rest of the afternoon relaxing while the 9 year-old, Alex, played and swam, and the 16 year-old, Andrea, chilled listening to tunes on her iPod while Valerie and I knit socks and watched the antics of a cute little puppy with his new owners a few metres away.
|Nana (Valerie) and Andrea|
It was a lovely summer day in one of my favourite places from my youth.