fresh lake storm

Last Saturday I headed to the beach and it took two hours to reach the southern banks of Lake Ontario.  I didn't know how long it would take before I left St Joe's but it didn't matter because it was Saturday, my first day off since I drifted in to Rochester five days ago. I walked to the intersection of South Ave and Broad St and got on the '1 Lake' bus when the driver told me it went to the Ontario Beach Park.  What the driver didn't tell me five miles later as he stopped in front of the old Kodak plant and began to turn around that I'd need to take another bus to reach the beach.  Three miles and ninety minutes later I soaked my soles in the cold almost clean fresh water.  The Great Lake.  Like an ocean it seems but imagine, you can drink from it.  I took out my bag lunch of pb and j and read 'Exodus' for a half hour, and then read 'The Long Loneliness' for a half hour until out of the lake blue a corker of a squall came and we all rushed for shelter and when it passed on its way to Ottawa I ran to the end of the pier and took photos of the disappearing storm as yachts raced back into port.  It was a beautiful day.