The blanket doesn’t have to be checkered red and white, but take a wicker basket to Montrose Harbor in temperate months. Designate a few hours. Fish between courses, dig toes into the sand, saunter down the curly-cue boardwalk, frolic amidst the trees, nosh on teensy teacakes, with perhaps the loveliest view of the skyline along the lake. Maybe even sneak a bottle of vino in inconspicuous red Solo cups. Never too crowded, no one’s likely to notice. But don’t tell anyone we said that.
The lakefront between Montrose and Lawrence
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