
We drove to the Dunes, abt. 25 mi. past Gary, so I could get some rocks for my art project. And for decoration. The zone around the Dunes was closed, so we had to settle for the flat-old-beach a bit away.

We saw seven deer as well as the shambling "Houses of Tomorrow" from the Worlds Fair that were floated to Indiana to become a resort, but just rotted instead.

I forgot to bring a bag, so I could only take as many rocks as I could carry and fit in my pockets. I got some good ones.

Including the brick that looks like a donut-brick. I wonder how the brick got in the water, how long it was there, and the force of water that would bring it to be on the shore.