In this place and time, it is impossible not to find extraordinary beauty all around you.
A glimpse of the Au Sable River at Iargo Springs
The weather promises to continue being perfect, too. I just don’t know what to say, frankly. “Having a wonderful time” sounds so vapid, even if it is true. (There are lots more photos like this in my Flickr set. I kind of went crazy with the camera yesterday.)
Yesterday we went to Iargo Springs and braved the many, many stairs to get to the banks of the Au Sable River and just…be there. The views were spectacular, even the one straight up. I lay down on a bench for a little while to just soak it all in and watched as a couple spiders parachuted from the trees across the blue, blue sky.
From there we headed out to one of the hiking trails in Huron National Forest. We didn’t stay out on the Corsair trail very long as we were getting hungry for lunch. Despite our hunger, we knew enough to stay away from this:
Fly Asparic mushroom
Rachael’s stepfather, Mark, arrived at the cottage last night and offered to take us out mushroom hunting. He knows better than to pick something like this, although he did admire the photo.
Well, despite the fact that the lake is still covered with fog, the sky up above is very blue and the sun is fully risen now. Time to begin another lovely day.
Morning at Chain Lake
It’s a peaceful morning here at Chain Lake where the day starts with the calls of birds, the scurrying of squirrels through the fallen leaves (they have the kind that have beautiful black pelts here), and the occasional gunshot from a hunter. Well, I assume the shots I heard this morning were from hunters at least. I’m not sure what they’re hunting. Likely birds of some kind as I know it is not yet deer season for those with guns.
The bow hunters are already around, though. As we drove in on the progressively smaller roads it seemed that every small town had the same bright orange banner hanging: an image of a deer’s head with the words “Welcome hunters!” in strong black letters. As we stopped for re-fueling and lingered for a quick browse through the “Up North” store, there was also this:
Scats and Tracks, a compelling read
This same filling station had huge sacks of deer bait, too: giant carrots, dried corn on the cob, and enormous sugar beets. I always thought it was illegal to bait for deer, but guess it’s OK during bow hunting season.
I’m not sure what it is about this state, but they seem compelled to make heaps of gargantuan vegetables, even in town. As we stopped in Frankenmuth for a late lunch and a quick WiFi connection, we encountered this in the parking lot.
Mound of squash
Welcome to fall in Michigan.