Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
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Thursday, August 25, 2016
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Saturday, August 20, 2016
Lake Michigan
At the end of July, Julie and I watched the sun set over Lake Huron. Sunday night, we watched it set over Lake Michigan.
Julie and I met our friend Lydia at Buttersville Campground, where we pitched a tent and then hurried down to the beach just in time to watch the sun sink beyond the horizon.
Julie and I met our friend Lydia at Buttersville Campground, where we pitched a tent and then hurried down to the beach just in time to watch the sun sink beyond the horizon.
Friday, August 19, 2016
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Monday, August 15, 2016
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Saturday, August 13, 2016
Friday, August 12, 2016
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Water(less)fall
While I was in Canada, we hiked to a waterfall only to discover the waterfall had disappeared since the river had dried up.
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Monday, August 8, 2016
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Friday, August 5, 2016
Sleeping on the beach
I met Julie, and two of her friends, and several friends of Julie's friends at a beach in Ontario, Canada last weekend. I took a half-day off from work on Friday, and drove about four hours, circling the lake and crossing an international border, to reach an isolated destination on the shores of Lake Huron.
We spent the late afternoon and evening strolling on the shore, splashing in the waves and cooking our dinner over a propane tank (we couldn't have a campfire due to a burning ban since there hadn't been any rain). After dinner we sat on the beach and watched the sun set over Lake Huron, which is a bit strange for Michiganders who are oriented to sunsets over Lake Michigan and sunrises over Lake Huron.
Our plan was to sleep under the stars on the secluded beach. To that end, we rolled out our sleeping bags and went to sleep listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.
We only ended up spending half of the night on the beach. At two in the morning, as lightning flashed in the distance, we franticly gathered all of our belongings and lugged them up a steep path in the dark to the parking lot. We arrived at our vehicles shortly before the rain. I discovered that the backseat of my Edge is relatively comfortable in such circumstances.
I didn't get much sleep Friday night, but it was totally worth it because I ended up with a good story (and some beautiful sunset pictures). Besides, half a night sleeping under the stars on the beach is better than no night on the beach.