Wordless Wednesday
Camping in the UP
The last week of August my sister and I planned on traveling to South Dakota for a little vacation. Why South Dakota you ask? Well…I have a friend there who lives on a ranch and the skies are really dark. Exactly the perfect sort of place for night sky photography. So we arranged to spend a few days there, watching the sky by night and exploring the area by day.
But the title of this post is “Camping in the UP” you say? How does that relate to South Dakota?
Well, sometimes life gets in the way of plans, and it turns out we needed to be closer to home this year. Luckily Tahquamenon Falls State Park in Michigan’s UP had just reopened after some bathroom renovations and there were lots of open camp sites.
I snagged one and we adjusted our plans.
There’s so much to see in the eastern part of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, so we used the campsite as a home base and set out exploring. On our very first day we stopped by the Tahquamenon Upper Falls AND Whitefish Point!
And that’s after driving all the way up there, across the Mackinaw Bridge and deep into the northern woods. It was a long day, but we had beautiful, hot, blue sky kind of weather.
And in Michigan you know not to waste a second of it! It could all change tomorrow! And of course it did.
It was still cold and windy the third day when we visited Grand Marais. Usually the stone picking there is spectacular, but it was so windy we didn’t stay on the beach long.
We did end up at the local diner for some lunch.
And on the last full day of our trip we explored the coast of Lake Superior, heading east along the Byway to Sable Falls…
…and Point Iroquois Lighthouse.
We had a beautiful day and found some beautiful rocks to remind us of our trip.
We explored the back roads and found a unique bakery.
And then we had lunch at a sunny little inland lake before we headed back to camp for our last night.
We enjoyed a last fire at our campsite before we turned in for the evening. It would be an early morning the next day if we were to beat predicted rain and get camp packed while things were still dry.
And then it was time to head back home.
Oh…what about night sky photography? Did we get any of that done?
Well. I guess you’ll have to tune in to find out. But what do you think?
Black pants
Remember when you were young and you enjoyed the thrill of trying on new stuff in the dressing rooms of department stores? You didn’t always think so, but probably everything looked good on you.
Fast forward (and I do mean fast) about fifty years and you have an event you need to dress up for and you’ve donated all your work clothes because you’ve been retired almost ten years. Not that any of your work clothes would be right for a dressed up event anyway, but they’d have been better than the uniform you wear these days.
Shorts, T-shirts, crocs, ratty jeans.
No, the stuff you wear now isn’t the sort of outfits you can dress up. Or even down for that matter, they’re already about as down as you can get.
So you reluctantly go to the mall, because buying clothes online just isn’t working, and the mall was where you used to go when you needed something fancy. But the mall is different now, with most of the stores you know gone, some actually standing empty.
You decide to stick with Macy’s, where you rarely shopped as a kid because they were too expensive, and even there you find racks filled to overflowing with stretchy weird clothes, not neatly organized, not much in your size.
And your experience in the fitting room is even worse. Nothing fits. You don’t know what size you are anymore. You’re not sure if you gained this much weight or they are making the sizes smaller. The prices aren’t smaller, that’s for sure.
You settle on a pair of black pants that look sort of OK.
The young clerk ringing you up asks if you’ve found everything. You laugh and say you drove an hour to buy a pair of black pants. She nods as if she knows what you’re talking about. She doesn’t.
And you head back home and vow to go through your own closet because surely there’s something there that will be dressy enough to get by.
Cause everything goes with black pants.
Name this bird
Sitting at the dinner table last night I was watching the birds come for their own suppers. I had spread some black oilers on the deck railing and refreshed their bath water in anticipation of watching them while we ate.
The fresh water was a big draw as any number of birds showed up for a quick bath. Then this bird arrived. She didn’t look like any of my regulars.
Bigger than a gold finch, about the size of a warbler, but not a yellow warbler.
Greenish gold with darker wings and a little tuft on white near her shoulder.
Luckily my camera was right behind me on the kitchen counter, and the bird wasn’t upset by my reaching for it.
All these shots are through a window, with reflections splashed across the image.
I think, based on my Michigan bird book, it’s a female Evening Grosbeak.
We’re not supposed to have them around here, though they were here a couple of winters ago. Mostly they live way up north. So it could be something else.
What do you think?
Looking for a new mom
Hey there, it’s me, Penny.
See, it all started yesterday when my mom said we were going on a ‘venture. I could hardly wait.
She said in order to get ready for this ‘venture we should all go for a walk. So my Auntie B and mom and I went up the street. And then I saw this noisy water thingy!
I’ve seen it before on other morning walks, but for some reason this time I thought I should investigate. After all my Auntie B was with me and I had to show off make sure she was safe!
So I check it out. Very thoroughly. And loudly.
I barked and barked and tried to bite it and I ran around and bit it from the other side and mom and Auntie B were laughing and so I ran and jumped higher and bit it some more!
I was sooooo happy even though the noisy water thing was still going so I guess I didn’t beat it up too bad.
Then mom said we had to go and I was sort of sad, but happy too, you know? And I walked my mom back home and up the driveway…
…and then we got to play towel face, which is one of my most favorite-est games…
…and then we got in the car and I got to sit in the back seat with my Auntie B. I was soooo happy.
And then we ended up here. At that kennel place where mom left me before.
And then she carried me inside and gave me to some girl I don’t even know and she and Auntie B left!!
So now I’m here and I’m seriously thinking I need to advertise for a new mom. Cause she tricked me. And I’m pretty sure I’m the one supposed to be doing tricks, not her.
It’s in my contract somewhere.
I miss my flowers and my daddy and my Auntie B and my castle. But not my mom. Cause she tricked me.
What do you think?
I’ll tell you what I think. I think one of you guys had better send a cake with a hacksaw in it! That’s what I think!
Little smiles
Trent, over at his blog, often posts about things that make him to smile. It’s part of a weekly thing that I haven’t been organized enough to participate in regularly.
It’s not that I don’t have things to smile about. It’s just that I can’t seem to coordinate that event with writing a post about it. Because usually the events that make me smile are small, almost imperceptible, and they often get lost in the bigger things that color my days.
But this afternoon while I was weeding the gardens surrounding our house, I started to grin. I have to say they are beautiful this year. And that alone should make me smile.
But my smile for this week was more specific.
So anyway, I was weeding a garden I generally ignore. A couple decades ago this was a vegetable garden but it turned out the sun beating on the back of the garage was too hot, so for the last several years we’ve been tossing in ‘wildflower’ seed, sometimes purchased from the Vermont Seed Company, sometimes purchased from Home Depot.
I can’t honestly remember where this year’s seeds came from, but they look to be mostly coreopsis and zinnia. Most year I totally ignore this once the flowers are up. But this afternoon I ventured in, intent on pulling out some really tall weeds.
The garden wasn’t designed for people to walk in it, so I was picking my way through, trying to do the least amount of damage with my big feet, pushing aside the tall zinnias which are taller than me.
I suddenly felt like I was doing the breast stroke among the blossoms, pushing them aside to move forward in the sea of pink and red and yellow. I thought of my friend, Bob, and how he’d have liked that turn of phrase, swimming in the sea of zinnias. How he probably would have commented on it, and the pictures of flowers growing here.
And I smiled.
Northern adventure full of smiles
What better way to gather smiles than taking a couple days to adventure with a friend in northern Michigan? I can’t think of a better way to grin for two days, and I’ve been meaning to share some of our smiles with you but time and events sent me off on a detour or two.
A couple weeks ago a friend from college and I took off to do some fun stuff. Stuff you always say you’re going to do but usually don’t get around to.
Like flying down a mountain on a plastic sled at Crystal Mountain Resort. You’ve always wanted to do that, right?
Haven’t you secretly yearned to be on that bobsled when you watched the winter Olympics? No? Really?
Well let me assure you that I was going much slower than an Olympic athlete on ice, and it was perfectly safe.
And oh it was such a blast! It was so much fun that we each rode down four times! (4 rides for $30 each)
We would have gone again, but we had other things to fit into our short two day adventure. Like visit one of our favorite places, Pt. Betsie.
You all know that I try to get out there, even if it’s only for a few minutes, whenever I’m in the area. I’m not usually there in beach season, so it’s fun to see the sand filled with sun bathers and rock pickers.
We didn’t stay at the beach long, we were hungry and it was getting late. We checked into our hotel and then went to dinner at The Cherry Hut.
We had a nice dinner and more importantly bought a cherry pie to take with us.
Which we ate at the hotel. YUMMY!
The next day it was on to Boyne Mountain, further north, which has a relatively new Sky Bridge, built between a couple of ski mountains.
The ski lift here was longer and slower, giving us lots of time to enjoy the beautiful summer day.
The bridge is pretty long, and moves a bit with the people walking on it.
Handrails are handy.
In the middle of the bridge are a couple of sections of plexiglass so you can see below.
That was weird, but not too scary. Mostly I imagined how beautiful this will be in the fall.
And then we rode the lift back down, found our car and headed home. Well. Not directly home.
We did stop for a couple photogenic barns.
And a house.
Wouldn’t be an adventure without barns.
Or without friends. Thanks for the great time, adventure friend. You know who you are.
Change Is Hard 