I wanted to see Presque Isle, just outside of Erie, PA, so while Russ rode on ahead, I booked two nights at Lampe Campground, on the shore of Lake Erie.

Moe usually catches the banana pieces I toss to him. Today he missed, and now he can’t find it:

On Monday (Indigenous Peoples Day), we headed over to Presque Isle. Not really an island, it extends out into Lake Erie on a long, thing neck, where lots of people come to walk, bike, birdwatch, etc. I stopped at a few places along the way and hiked in to Long Lake, in the interior of Presque Isle, where the trees and dense undergrowth were alive with migrating and local birds: white crowned and white throated sparrows, towhees, wood thrushes, yellow rumped warblers, hairy woodpeckers, golden-crowned kinglets, etc. We visited the beaches, but a number of them were ”under construction,” with huge machines removing or adding sand. It was a beautiful day.

Tuesday it’s off to Rochester and a stay with a childhood friend, then Russ and I will return to the Erie Canalway Trail to cross New York State. Home is beginning to feel very close.