The Great Outdoors

Not every day that I was in Michigan started with 48F and ended with 65F. A few of the days were glorious versions of late Spring. I took the opportunity on one of these days to revisit someplace that is near and dear to my heart.

I remember going there as a child with the family and having a picnic and a day of fishing. (and getting made fun of because I refused to touch the icky worms!) Then, later, as a teenager, this became a favorite haunt for keggers and small drunken get-to-gethers with other wild, rascally pubescent youth. Thus I am not going to name the spot. But I will share its' beauty with you!

The way to the best vista is over this bridge. Bring mosquitoe repellent!






The large body of water here feeds this creek, which runs under the above bridge.






And, of course, every bridge has two sides!








If you take your time to really look, Spring will gladly show off for you. There were lovely little bouguets of cowslips.







The occassional jack in his pulpit.

And, naturally, the ever present dandelion. A weed with its' own beauty.

But this is what I came to see and I was not disappointed.

But wait. What's that out there in the water?

NICE.

I don't know. Maybe because this is the type of environment I was raised in, but I think this type of place has just as much beauty and appeal as any beachside sunset. But I like them both!