Skylarking
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
Taking flight: a photo essay
Saturday, August 22, 2020
Kayaking the Au Train River
Earlier this week my friend Barbie and I broke out of our respective houses for some non-quarantined kayaking. It was just what I needed as I hadn't been out on the water yet - at all - in 2020. She'd been down the river before, but this was my first time.
If you haven't been, it's a beautiful trip. We managed to pick a day with picture-perfect weather (70s, mostly sunny with a light breeze) and met at the take out around 10 a.m. We checked in with the Northwoods Resort and took a one-mile trip in a van with a pleasant (masked, thank you!) gent up to the put in. Though the two points are less than a mile by car, the actual trip is 7.5 miles curving in a wavy almost-loop through Hiawatha National Forest.
There were several groups on the river, but not so many that it felt uncomfortable, and for the most part, we said hello and kept moving. The river was high and ran at a good, leisurely pace, and though I definitely felt like we'd done some paddling when we were through, it wasn't too much of a challenge for someone who hadn't been out in a while. We drifted along, chatting and catching up, all while admiring the magic of Michigan.
We saw a mink, as well as turtles, a great blue heron, a couple of sandpipers (?), ducks, an enthusiastic furry friend who took a dip, and fish (Northern pike & yellow perch?). Many fish. So many fish I had to stop pointing them out or my paddling partner might have tipped me out of our kayak!
I charged my camera battery the night before, so naturally forgot it in the truck during the trip; these were taken with my phone.
Monday, June 22, 2020
Father's Day 2020
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We also missed the grouse that was meandering in the road, and the large, majestic doe that leapt out in front of the car (that said driver dad told me he didn’t see!?) But hey, a nice family was also driving the same road that we were driving on, and the man assured us that if we just took the next right, and then the next right, we’d be at the falls. He spoke with much confidence. We believed him.
We ended up on a logging road, and then another, driving the Chevy Cruze around tree limbs, mud holes, washed out rocks, and at one time, an entire tree, as there wasn’t any place to turn around. Well, that, and we kept thinking we were almost there. Right?
Wrong. Fortunately, we were able to make it back to the original-ish road and took a left, instead. At this point we took a second left and … wait for it … found the Sturgeon River!
There’s a very bad feeling that comes over you when your sedan halts in on the top middle of a big sandy wasteland. It seems to get worse when you realize you have little food or water, parents who are older, and you have no idea where you’re at. Plus, thunderstorms heading your way and clouds of black flies.
I think we all had a collective oh $#!+ moment.
Once that was finished, I’ve never been part of a better oiled machine. Dad called 9-1-1, my mom gathered branches to put under the wheels. A shovel was procured. My dad began digging and placing sticks under one wheel while I broke down the bigger pieces and laid more sticks under the other one.
A tow truck was dispatched, but its ETA was unknown, it was 84 degrees and we were all wearing long sleeves because of the bugs, rain was looming, and we wanted to get the heck out of there. My mom and I gave the car a big push. Two pushes. We moved the car about 10 feet backwards.
Sugar sand stretched out in either direction. Our first-round sticks were mostly crushed. We began the process again - shoveling, gathering sticks, breaking them, laying a path behind the wheels. Another big push, another six feet. We’ve been at it an hour now.
Dad changes course; we’re going to shovel to the wet sand underneath the powdery sand and forget about the sticks. It’s our last try, he says. We move the car another three feet while pushing, but there’s sand, sand, sand in both directions. The car keeps bottoming out on the sand underneath; the front wheels immediately stick in the sand once we stop.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Millersylvania State Park
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Sky Peek |
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Berry |
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Canopy |
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Spider's Web |
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Deceased Leaves |
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Dappled |
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For Scale |
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Forest Sun |
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Fuzzy |
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Illumination |
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Can't See the Forest... |
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Perspective |