I took my dog, Lexi, to the lighthouse on Wisconsin Point after work yesterday. I wasn't feeling well, so I walked a little way and then sat and rested. And then I walked a little farther and rested again. I sat on a patch of dune grass on the edge of the path along the beach and looked down the end of the breakwater wall toward the lighthouse. It's weird being able to see the end of the concrete wall. It used to be buried under tons of rocks which have since washed away.