With our family 500 miles south, Tony and I planned to spend our Thanksgiving day together, with our fuzzies. Giving consideration to weekend busy-ness (What a joke – like trails up here are busy in the winter!), we opted to re-visit the Dune Drive on Thanksgiving rather than the official weekend. With our recent lake effect pummeling, we figured the trek would paint quite a different picture that it did at the beginning of the month.
We awoke this morning to a bit more snow than we had yesterday, with a couple more inches forecast through the evening. Where we were headed was expecting four to six additional inches. Interesting. Off we went 🙂
The roads weren’t great, but not terrible either – just typical roads for winter Up North. In due time, we parked at the trailhead and packed on our gear: ski pants, coats, gloves, hats, boots, and camera. I had a scarf, too, but I ditched it shortly after we started walking.
We followed in another hiker’s tracks from earlier in the day, beside some cross-country ski tracks. The snow fell lightly at times, and poured down at others – typical for winter Up North.
The hush as we walked was palpable, broken only by the occasional chattering of the naked trees, and the swish of our pants. We made good time, and drew upon the first stop in our tour quicker than we’d expected. As predicted, it looked a bit different than it did on November 3.
With not much besides a whole bunch of snow to look at, we didn’t linger long. But we also weren’t undeterred. Even if the next overlook was buried under falling snow (likely, but there are also unexpected breaks in lake effect bands sometimes, so you never know), it would be worth the visit.
Okay, so no break in the clouds, but there’s something awe-inspiring knowing what’s just over the precipice…and not being able to see it for the wall of falling flakes.
I’m still gobsmacked that we had this place to ourselves – twice in one month!
We meandered in the snow and sand long enough for my fingers to freeze, and then continued along the drive. Previously, we hiked the trip in an out-and-back fashion, but decided to make a loop of it yesterday. Fortunately, enough snow topped the steep icy road, about which we had been a tad trepidatious, that it was no longer slippery. Down we trekked, and then turned off on a short-cut through the woods.
Back at the car, we munched on almond butter and dried mangoes (which will result in me getting diabetes if I don’t rein it in!) while Petey chowed kibble. Tummies sated, we piled into the car, and aimed homeward.
A quick stop in Traverse City on our way back
Which is almost the end of the story, but not quite. You see, we had planned to be alone on Thanksgiving, and we were okay with that. We had already shared loving messages with friends and family, and were prepped for a happy day. But our neighbors. We have the best, kindest neighbors who knew we were going to be alone, and so they invited us to their family Thanksgiving celebration. I won’t lie and say I didn’t get a little weepy at their consideration; I did. We joined their gathering after we returned from our snowy hike, rounding out our day in the most appropriate way possible – full of gratitude and love (and wonderful food!).