Creeva’s World 2.0

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The stu­pid mile long pier.    It’s located in Huron, Ohio and at the end of the pier is the Huron Light­house.   Grow­ing up in Ver­mil­ion, Ohio there wasn’t much to do that we didn’t do on a reg­u­lar basis.  One of the odd-ball things we did was go out to the mile long pier.   The offi­cial name wasn’t the mile long pier, but it is sup­pos­edly a mile long — so the local nick­name stuck.  For some rea­son the trips were a bit more fre­quent once I man­aged to get the woman who would one day be my wife.

My wife always enjoyed the mile long pier, except when she man­aged to get to the end of it she had to use the restroom.  This almost always made it a pain since as soon as we made to the end of the end of the pier we imme­di­ately had to turn around and head back in most occa­sions.   When a group of us wanted to head out there we started mak­ing her use the restroom at the Riverview Bowl­ing alley just up the street from the pier.

It was one of those places that youth go and hang out in groups.   Usu­ally the min­i­mum num­ber of peo­ple we took was three, but I can think of a cou­ple times it was almost a dozen of us.   Climb­ing from rock to rock to make it to the end of the pier.  Since most the time it was in the evening or close to it, we watched the sun­set down.   Oth­er­wise we just headed out and stared into the dark­ness that was the water of Lake Erie at night time.

Was it a fan­tas­tic expe­ri­ence, not in any­thing that I say that you must do.  It was a time period where the friends and the mem­o­ries make it impor­tant.   Too many times the pier started off as a spring­board for other activ­i­ties.   Whether it was friends in high school or friends from my early twen­ties.   It was a gath­er­ing spot of sorts.  Even­tu­ally I’ll get around to head­ing back and tak­ing some pic­tures — for now it has to exist solely in memories.