A sad thing happened today. The sun came out and the temperature rocketed all the way up into the low 40’s (4-5 C). That’s not sad to you? What if I tell you about how some of our beautiful icicles crashed to the ground, or how some of our loving skiable snow melted and dripped away? Okay, okay. I’ll just feel sorry for myself then.
Even though this is just one warm spell in the midst of weeks of freezing temps, I am struggling to quell my fears of another “bad” winter. Obviously, to me “bad” is different than for a lot of folks. When we moved to northern Michigan, we looked forward to constant snow coverage in the winter – a veritable winter wonderland (dare I say funderland? Yes I do 😉 ). Our first winter delivered big time, and then last year was a total bust. This year has been better, but I still want more snow. Again, I’m trying to stifle my concerns. Even though we are expecting rain, and then warmer weather, we are also later expecting snow and colder weather. And the thing about the weather is that it really doesn’t care how you feel about it anyway.
Regardless, our warm spell has prompted me to share a bit of our adventure from the other day, before it warms up entirely too much and I feel like I missed the moment 😉 Like we often do on the weekends, Tony and I went on a photo-hunting drive-about. We are still not yet fully recovered from the flu, so we were again taking it easy. I had high hopes for super-sunny skies, since the morning held such high promise, but clouds rolled in, on account of they don’t care how you feel about them either. I’ll stop complaining now. Those cloudy skies offered interesting pictures:
A well-lit Platte River in the foreground, and haze-shrouded Empire Bluffs in the background
As long as we stayed a bit inland, the day was calm, soothing even. But the lakeshore told a different story. Winds whipped the Big Lake into a white-capped lather that then shellacked the Point Betsie Lighthouse in ice. Whereas I had been traipsing about coatless, on Lake Michigan’s coast I bundled up in coat, scarf, hat and gloves – and was still chilled by the biting gusts. Determined to capture some of the lake’s icy artwork, I crawled – literally on my hands and knees – out near the breakwall. Kathy, I tell you, you would have felt downright sprightly watching me inch along the slippery surface! Tony did the smart thing, and remained on frictional surfaces…taking photos of me being foolhardy, taking photos:
He likes to remind me that I didn’t have to venture out onto the ice, but then I wouldn’t have these photos to share with you:
Then again, the Lake wouldn’t have attacked me with freezing water either, and I wouldn’t have had to eat dinner in soaked denim. It was worth it 😉 (But I just can’t figure out why I’m not “all better” yet…)