All the lakes I’ve lived on: Erie, Chautauqua, Ontario, Michigan, Cayuga, Dzban, and all the rivers I’ve known. The ocean is a stranger thing. The Pacific, stranger.
A few days ago, a woman on the beach said this was like Cape Cod and I wanted to turn to her and say, “it’s nothing like that,” but it was true that it was a bit chilly that day and there might have been something of New England to how the wind moved.
We’re planning on learning to paddle surf–is that what it’s called?
In the meantime, we make cherry cocktails with tarragon and they are lovely to sit with.