After a stop at the rather impressive Tom Ridge Environmental Center (including an encounter with a prehistoric giant shark mouth), we drove out into the park. It is hard to believe that this is not seashore. It has waves, beaches, no sign of another shore... I suppose they don't call them the Great Lakes for nothing.
We ate our lunch sheltering from the wind in the car and watching (amongst other things) the Red-breasted Mergansers on the bay-side of the park.
A lot of places are called Peninsula-something in the area - a curious translation of the French name of the park into Latin*. I suggest that the locals should remember themselves and start using the proper American translation: "Nearly-Island".
Or perhaps I should shut up and have another local beer.

* I am, in fact, aware that 'peninsula' is an English word (on both sides of the Atlantic).
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