A few weeks ago, while driving north for the Great Camping Adventure with Katie, I noticed a car. We passed each other a few times. It was the same make and model and even color as my car. But that’s not what made me notice it. What was special about the car was this:
Perched on the top were two kayaks, on the back hung two bicycles. It seemed to epitomize the kind of retirement I hope my husband and I have. The kind where you explore and enjoy and especially stay active.
I glanced at the couple in the car once when they passed me. Seemed to be people pretty much like myself. I wished them well and forgot about them. Until I pulled into a fast food drive through line and saw the car parked next door at another fast food restaurant. So once I got my taco I swung over there, parked, walked over and snapped the picture. Turning I realized the couple was sitting at an outdoor table looking alarmed.
So I walked over to them, smiling, and told them I wanted to be them when I grew up. Old enough to be retired, young enough to enjoy it and off on adventures every weekend with your life partner. She smiled, pointed at her companion and said “Him? We just met a few months ago!” Then we all had a good laugh.
But in my heart I still hope I get to have that kind of retirement. The kind with two kayaks on the roof, two bikes on the back, two voices laughing in the front seats.
Happy trails everyone.
During a recent warm summer evening, as dusk settled among the hills and along the Huron River, Shakespeare walked. And I was lucky enough to witness it all. The University of Michigan presented “Shakespeare in the Arb 2014, As You Like It,” an outdoor interpretation where characters run through meadows and down hillsides sorting out their love and angst in front of a few hundred enthralled peasants — us.
Rather than changing the set on stage between each scene the whole production, along with the audience, moved to beautiful new locations within the Arboretum.
And, as the audience moved through the woods or across expanses of meadow carrying their chairs and blankets we often came across characters from the play or were entertained by magical music that floated across the tops of the trees.
I hope you enjoy these photos of the action between scenes.
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I hope you enjoyed my evening with Shakespeare. I know I did!
Whimsy on a summer evening…. time to sit out in the soft evening light enjoying a glass of wine and the heady scent of old fashioned roses.
Care to join me? Oh wait! It looks like I already have some visitors stopping by!
Looks like I’m going to need a bigger bottle!
Check out other entries in Karma’s whimsical photo challenge. Everybody needs a bit of whimsy don’t you think? And what better time than summer to look around and find some. There’s still time for you to share a photo of something whimsical in your life.
Join the fun! You never know what you’ll find until you look.
Katie here. Mama says she’s had a very long and emotional week and she’s exhausted and too tired, she says, to write a blog about our camping adventure last weekend. But I know that many of you are waiting impatiently to read all about it, so I have taken over the blog! It should be my blog anyway if you ask me; I can not imagine what would be more interesting or more important than yours truly. I am, of course, the center of the universe.
Ahem.
Mama took last Friday off so that we could go way up north and set up camp for a two night stay at a luxury state park. I thought it was luxury anyway, as mama gave me my regular big pillow and then two of hers just so I could see out the little vent in the front of the tent any time I thought I heard something. I like to know what’s going on. That way I don’t have to bark at stuff. And I don’t get yelled at. It works out.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Our drive up north took about 4 hours and I was an incredibly wonderful traveler! Mama put my crate on the back seat and I could see her all the time which made me very happy. Plus she stopped at all these wonderful rest stop places that had really cool smells. I never wanted to get back in the car after I did my job, so mama let me walk around for awhile.
Vacations are like that you know, no reason to rush. Right? The best rest stop was the one only a couple of miles from the exit for the state park. It had this little path going back into the woods from the dog run area and it was so green and wonderful in there! Except for the mosquitoes. And the fact that mama put her foot into a gopher hole and fell and hurt her hand. But other than that it was all fun!
Mama says she knows she’s ‘up north’ when she starts to see the ferns on the forest floor along the freeway. They make her smile. And when my mama smiles, I smile too. It’s sort of contagious. You’ll notice I smiled a lot on this trip.
We got to our campsite a little early but that was OK, it gave us time to set up camp and blow up mama’s bed without annoying anyone with the noisy pump. Then we walked around the campground. It was pretty empty that first afternoon. In fact, all weekend I bet the campground wasn’t half full, which worked out fine for us! We had a cozy site tucked back into the woods which would have been really cool. Did I mention mosquitoes?
Friday evening we tried to go do one of the hikes that are in the park, through old pine trees, and we got about 100 feet in and had to race out of there. We were getting eaten alive and mama was wearing bug spray! Mama says I looked like a bug cloud in the shape of a sheltie. There were several short hikes we would have liked to do during the weekend but the bugs were ferocious.
Luckily mama had plans Saturday for us to go over to Elk Rapids, a town about an hour west of where we were staying, to visit her blogger friend Gerry who gave us a tour of the town. We saw old houses and churches and we walked through town and let people admire me. I even got to go inside a store because the owner thought I was beautiful. What can I say? I get that a lot. This is a bridge over to the library in town, isn’t it cool?
We went down to the beach too, and watched a bunch of guys in a big canoe replicate an historical landing. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I knew I was hot, so I took my mama over to the river to get a drink.
This was a big deal for me as I don’t generally get my feet wet and I never drink out of a river. It’s just not something a princess does. But you gotta do what you gotta do…right?
Then we went to a park that a lot of beautiful and interesting sculpture in it. I liked it because there was shade on most of it, except those that were out on the beach. It was all interesting and I got to sniff a lot of new stuff!
Then we went to Gerry’s house and I got to meet her duo…Cowboy and Sadie. I didn’t like that my mama kept saying how adorable Cowboy was and what beautiful eyes Sadie had. She’s my mama and I want her all to myself. Plus I had a hard time keeping track of them, they were so fast and there were two of them and only one of me. So I got up on my mama’s lap while she and Gerry sat and talked a little bit. Mama was really glad she got to meet Gerry and the gang. I liked Gerry a lot but I’m not so sure about those furry ones…maybe next time I won’t be so nervous about the whole thing.
I slept all the way back to camp, and when we got there we escaped into the tent where I slept some more. All this traveling wears a girl out!
Sunday morning we did a little walking around the campground and then mama piled everything into the car as fast as she could to get us away from the mosquitoes. I really didn’t want to go home.
I stood in our empty camp site a long time until she made me get in the car. But then I slept a lot on the way home.
Once I made it into my house I was the old Katie girl — full out barking for a long time just letting my mama know I had a good time and thanking her for taking me with her on the big camping adventure. I was a really really good girl. I didn’t bark once on the trip up or the trip back. I slept all night both nights, though I did get my mama up by 5:30 every morning. But then we went back to bed for a bit. I sat around the camp while she was working on stuff and didn’t whine, and when she asked me to do something I did it right away. Sometimes.
Yep, I’m hoping my mama makes reservations for us at another campground soon! Maybe one that doesn’t have so many mosquitoes though. This is way more fun than sleeping in the back yard and I can’t wait to go again! Mama failed two nights at making a campfire, she blames the wood. I think she needs more practice. What do you think?
Where should we go next?
This past weekend I chose to think of the term ‘room’ as a place or thing that allowed a behavior. For example, this beautiful tree at the beach allowed the young boy room for adventure.
And similarly, my little tent gave me room to relax.
Room. It’s a very good thing.
You can see others’ interpretations of ‘room’ at this site. Or, check out this one, and this and this and this, some of my favorites so far.
Enjoy.
This is the song Katie and I are singing on our drive to an adventure:
I can do what I wanna do, be who I wanna be
I got no one to answer to, soon as I turn the key
A cash machine, gasoline and we’re outta here
Call it an early weekend, call it goin’ off the deep end
Baby, you and me,we can leave it all behind
I don’t have to be me ’til Monday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday
I ain’t gonna face reality
Three days without punching a time clock
Three nights of goin’ non-stop
No work and all play
I don’t have to be me ’til Monday
Yeah
Thanks to Steve Azar for putting down exactly what we’re thinking.
We’ll tell you all about it soon!
We were on Belle Isle, in the Detroit River, enjoying the day and standing out on a fishing pier. I was talking about the years I used to live on the Houghton Canal way up in the Upper Peninsula where I could watch freighters pass from my apartment window.
We turned to go back to the car and there it was, almost silently gliding through the cool blue waters.
Magical.
Check out these split-second day photos here, here, here, and here. Or go to this link and browse among the 300+ photos for yourself. Don’t miss this one!
Who remembers this game? Turns out it’s an oldie but a goodie. Especially if you’re of a certain age. Those of us more mature have a harder time with it, but we can cheer younger participants on.
I had many ideas for this week’s challenge, including a trip to our favorite frozen custard place. Do you know how hard it is to take a picture of frozen custard? At night? A warm night? When you’re really looking forward to that first delicious creamy bite of the season?
It’s very hard to mess around with a camera in one hand when the other hand is holding something this yummy.
But I digress.
You can find other wonderful twists here, here, here, and here. Or go to the link up at the top and see all 400+ interpretations!
I liked this one a lot too.
Meanwhile, my custard is melting.