A day at the beach

The air has been too full of wildfire smoke these past few days. I've been overdue to cut the lawn for the better part of a week now, but all the experts on CBC are telling me to avoid strenuous outdoor activity. Alrighty then! Instead, we've been picking up a few coolers and packing the beach chairs and heading for our favorite beach. It's a quiet out-of-the-way spot off Georgian Bay, or at least it used to be quiet and out-of-the-way. Seems to have become just about everybody's favorite out-of-the-way beach, because there was nothing quiet about it today. In the course of the afternoon, we shared beachfront with a retired hillbilly couple with a couple of retrievers, an extended family with a grampa, granny, and a mastiff, and a gay couple with a couple of poodles. If that wasn't enough, there were random interuptions by random folks who just happened to be randomly passing by and decided to drop in and chit-chat for awhile, usually about Big-Lips Bruno, our Neopolitan. Then there was the biker couple who stopped by to provide a lesson in stereotypes. We hear their unmistakeable snortin' Harley approach. A couple of minutes later a tall skinny bonde woman and a fat dude with a goatee and lots of tattoos appear. Fast forward twenty minutes. I head to the car for refills, just in time to see the "biker couple" drive off in a Dodge van. Oh my God, those gay guys must have brought their poodles in the saddlebags!