Long beach

It was a good bicycle ride this evening. We rode down to Cherry Beach, where Judy and I used to go as kids. This is the first time we’ve gone back there together. We both remember where our spot was; nothing to mark it but sand, but we still know right where it is. That was our getaway in the old days. Once we got to that spot, it was just us. There were friends around, but still, it was just us. No parents and no way for them to contact us. They didn’t know where our spot was. It was there we planned our getaway.

It worked.