I really should do this more often. Then my posts would be more coherent and less over-stuffed with pictures. (For instance, this post has 26! Don’t forget to click for larger versions.) Okay, maybe they would be neither. I have an excuse for not writing more frequently, just not a good one: this summer we’ve taken many of the same trips (with the camera!) that we have previously. But, I figure if I still appreciate the beauty of a place, mightn’t you? I hope so. Besides, a location holds differing appeal at each visit, right? So here we go…
Last time I left you we were preparing to return our nephews to their parents and attend my family reunion, to be followed immediately (as in the same day we returned to our home) by Corey’s family trip. Right then. I’ll leave out the gore, because there was some, and just tell you that we managed to have a pretty good time, despite the death (and subsequent rebirth) of Corey’s Audi. In addition to abusing the kids with beach picnics and sunset swims, we took a trip out on a pontoon boat (thanks for the birthday/anniversary present Mom and Dad!) on East Traverse Bay. We stopped at one place over open water – only Tony, Corey and I jumped in – and we also docked at a few shallow places where everyone could enjoy themselves.
On the heels of Corey and Company’s visit, we (Us’uns and the Cliftons) hosted a fellow Billianite over a long weekend. I’m sure highlights of his trip, were you to ask him, would include a multitude of meals and craft beers. I make it sound like he’s an obese lush. He isn’t. It’s just that we have a LOT of excellent places to eat and the area is renowned for its locally-imagined and created brews. My highlight reel from his trip consists primarily of a day spent at the dunes. Buck, Tony and I hiked out to the shipwreck (a repeat for us) in the morning to find more of the remains uncovered. Then, we spent the remainder of the day at the beach in Glen Haven. Perfection.
Last weekend, we hit the Traverse City classic boat show. I took loads of pictures of classic wooden boats docked on the Boardman River downtown. That same day we (us and our imported best-good friends Jim and Jess – and Jackson – Clifton) headed up to Elk Rapids for Harbor Days where we sampled some fair food sought the Short’s beer and soda tent. We didn’t find it, but we did get rained on, so that made an adventure of it. Since then, we’ve – somewhat predictably – skipped rocks (Tony yes, me not so much), taken pictures of hoards of flowers (me only), and watched the earth turn its horizons away from our home star.