WASHINGTON PARK BEACH
They had to cross a draw bridge to enter the Washington Park area. There were hundreds of boat slips along the river they passed over, some empty, some with various sized boats still moored. Passing the Coast Guard Center, Nate drove into Washington Park and parked the car in the lot at the beach. They got out and walked to the paved boardwalk that separated the parking lot from the beach itself.
The sun was bright, the sky cloudless, and though the temperature wasn’t warm, there were still people walking on the white sand beach. Fishermen stood on a jetty leading to a lighthouse. Beyond the beach, gray-blue water stretched as far as Eliot was able to see, disappearing with the horizon. Cody wrapped his leash around Eliot’s legs as he sniffed the ground, as Eliot scratched his cheek.