Ducks Walking on Fish And Other Delights

So we've been to Erie I think five times now. We haven't gone to downtown Erie, just the myriad shopping opportunities on Peach Street near I 90. We've even come home in the dark once, and didn't make any wrong turns - there are a couple of tricky places.

When our little miss Yinny Yin Yin was ailing, we found the vet's office recommended to us. It is about three miles north near Saegertown. Carmen did a wedding at a hall about five miles out of town to (I think) the east. She got lost going to the rehearsal, but the wedding day went just fine. A couple of weeks ago we drove to Woodcock Dam where, it turns out, many many people from Greater Meadville go to walk - with or without dogs - in the fresh air outside the Big City.

Carmen has gone to conferences in Ohio - one in Columbus and one out beyond Cleveland almost to Toledo. If I had gone I might have stories to tell, but somebody has to feed the cat and not be a minister. Turns out I excel at both of those tasks

Two weeks ago, our friend Karen came from Orlando. This gave us the golden opportunity we've been waiting for: Pymatuning Spillway, out by Linesville twenty some miles west of here, boasts the area's biggest attraction. The fish are protected and people throw them bread. They are big and they are numerous. Where there are people casting their bread upon the waters, there are also ducks. Put "ducks walk on fish" into your search engine and you'll see pictures of Pymatuning Spillway. So on a cold, rainy day, we drove west on Conneaut Lake Road, through Conneaut Lake the town, and on to Linesville. As luck would have it, the center of town was in the throes of a road repair project, and the turnoff to Pymatuning was blocked off. But after four times through the intersection we were able to ascertain that many people were turning left a few blocks further on, so we followed them around to the road to Pymatuning.

It turned out that we were the only ones willing to stand out there in the rain throwing bread that Monday morning. Even the fish were hesitant to come to the surface. We saw some but not many. It was good weather for ducks, however, and three loaves of day old surplus bread from the day old surplus bread store went to the ducks. So now we've done it. As long as nobody around here finds out that the ducks didn't walk on any fish that day, we can get away with saying we've been there done that and check it off the list.

So that's the latest from the exploring northwestern Pennsylvania front. More later, I'm sure.