Taken in Tremont.
I have a new short piece featured on Medium this week.
You start off single. You meet someone, and you lose touch with your single friends and become closer with your coupled friends. You marry, and in that you cross another threshold: you lose touch with your coupled friends and you become closer with your married friends. Having kids has the same effect: is it easier to be friends with those people who have kids.
This is the slowest week to date, only seventeen miles traveled. I’m going to have to step it up a bit this next week. I blame the Death Cold which grabbed a hold of my respiratory system and would not let go.
Enough excuses. Today, we find ourselves in Buelah Beach, OH. This is not a city, not a town, not a village. It is a census-designated place, which Wikipedia defines as:
A census designated place (CDP) is a concentration of population identified by the United States Census Bureau for statistical purposes. CDPs are delineated for each decennial census as the statistical counterparts of incorporated places,such as cities, towns, and villages. CDPs are populated areas that lack separate municipal government, but which otherwise physically resemble incorporated places.
The area is mostly cabins and camps for vacations and retreats. The biggest appears to be a Christian Camp, called Beulah Beach Camp and Retreat Center. Busy place, looks like. Lots of activity. Other places, not so much. This place probably doesn’t get really busy until Memorial Day.
I cannot deny there are some beautiful views here along the lakeshore. The whole walk from Vermillion was gorgeous on the sunny days. Even the cloudy ones have a brooding beauty that I enjoy. I’ll continue along this route toward Huron, my birthplace, this week.
Found this fissure on the front of my house this weekend. Could be wood rot, could be a crack in Spacetime. Either way…things are about to get interesting.