...to go to Lake Ontario

...to spend the morning frolicking in the fresh air.

Can you tell how windy it is?

Dashing.  Running.  Balancing.  Stick finding.

Admiring how beautiful it really is.

The frolicking and admiration lasted for about six minutes of our morning.

The wind was biting.  Our eyes were watering.  Abbey was crying.  (The poor child only had a vest on.)

It was freezing.  FREEZING.

Perhaps 43 degrees with winds at 14 mph (off the lake) really isn't that warm and lovely after all?