It's funny how the eye, or the brain, works. I've been down to the old park several times in recent months, photographing the area from every angle, looking for things I may have missed. Today, this boulder next to the promenade about halfway between the dance hall and the pier stands out like a sore thumb.
Have to look through photos from other recent trips and see if it is even there. Perhaps it is just a new face on an old rock, making it stand out.
Down at the old Erie Beach Amusement Park ruins, it's almost like Bits and Bites -- you get a different eyeful every time.
I don't think it's the one that Thomas writes about here, but exactly how does a big round boulder get to such a place?
Come to think of it, I remember another giant boulder near where we swam (wouldn't do that today) in the area west of the pier. Who moved that?