Sunday Evening at the Rocky Beach (Again)

It was a grey, grey day.  Although it looked very chilly, it really was humid, hazy and comfortable outside.  I asked the kidlets what they wanted to do, and they unanimously chose the rocky beach.  Away we went.  They climbed, jumped, and scrambled, and I parked myself and my camera on a rock and watched.  We were there for hours, so it was an easy-peasy night for me.  They pretended to explore magical lands,  be space travelers, aliens, kayakers, and there was a great deal of time spent searching for “hot tubs” which are puddles in the rock crevices where the water is heated to a warmer temperature than Lake Superior.  (The hot tubs are also slimy, full of bacteria and algae and generally pretty disgusting, but they LOVE to search them out and sit in them).  Mr. Sneaky Pants collected a few rocks.  We even came prepared with swimsuits and towels and warm clothes to ride home in.