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Somewhat ridiculous.
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Our ferry boat's life preserver.
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Lake Erie
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Riding the ferry.
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The loaded-down Volvo makes its way across the lake.
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When cars and airplanes meet.
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Stop and wait for the planes to pass!
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Tasting wine. Weird thing: there's a winery on the island, and the island is fully within the lake's fruit belt (and hence prime wine-growing real estate, at least for this part of the country) but they make wine on the island from grapes grown elsewhere
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Trying wine. Not liking wine.
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At the Glacial Grooves.
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Drinking wine? And it's not Night Train or Boone's Farm?
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The phallic symbol over at Put-In-Bay.
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Eating outside. Hooray for decent weather!
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Mmmm... Molson.
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Oddly, the most lackluster sunset of our trip.
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Busting up the logs in the fire.
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Fire.
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Scrabble Game #1. Amy cleaned my clock. That "ZONE" in the lower left corner was hers, and it was like 79 points. Grr.
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An old truck.
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An old quarry loading thing.
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Alvar.
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Declaring the alvar as my own, with a pretend sword.
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Walking the alvar.
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Splash.
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Flowers.
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Scrabble Game #2. Again, Amy cleaned my clock.
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Sunset.
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Mom checking out the Glacial Grooves. She is a geomorphologist, so she was in hog heaven.
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Spider friend who lived on our porch. He did well there. Bugs were all over the place.
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Grooves. I think my mom took these. Her camera is like a million times better at catching, well, everything, than ours is.
