Point Iroquois Lighthouse

I guess you could call today’s weather a Norwester, at least that’s the direction that the wind was coming from. It was quite the blow though. I set off into it by bike. It was a long haul claw up into the wind, all the way to the lighthouse. On the way out, I was fighting against the wind. On the way back it was like sailing before a gale. The wild flowers were nice there. Looks like we’ll be having dueling fireworks come the fourth. One show on the reservation and another in Brimley.

Afterwards, Anne and I walked the beach, at least what was left of it. We started towards Doelle’s end of the beach. Right in front of our cabin there was still a bit of dry sand, but we walked most of the rest of the way treading through rising waves. The creek down there was flowing backwards. We couldn’t make it to the official end of the beach, because it wasn’t there anymore. There is a bank on the beach that shows the extent of this year’s erosion. It looks like two feet in places. The amethyst rock that Jane rediscovered and uncovered on Saturday, now stands four inches above the sand. It was pretty much the same story at the other end too. Pete’s got a lot of work to do on his creek, which reminds me of the saying, “Man proposes, but God disposes”.