There were no "no dogs" signs there, and no one was swimming, so Laura and I sat on the beach for a while and watched the water and the birds. Laura took off her shoes and walked in the water, and I had a nice drink.
It was on the South Point Beach that we saw our first monarch. They are supposed to be in the midst of a big migration that passes through Rondeau park this week, but we only saw the one specimen at South Point today. He hung around a long time so that Laura was able to snap some photographs.
Unfortunately, this butterfly was overly-enamoured with the rotting carcass of a beached fish, so the backdrop to these shots is none too pretty.
Turning her camera sights elsewhere, Laura snapped a photograph of this magnificent heron soaring overhead:
Laura and I rested on the South Point Beach for a little while -- but not for too long. We managed to leave the mosquitos behind in the woods, but the beach was swarming with flies which kept trying to eat me. (I attempted to return the gesture, but there were just too many of them.) So, shoes and socks back on and pant legs rolled down again and we were back on the trail.
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