A friend and I decided to go on a mini holiday to Michigan and I am so glad that we did. Last Saturday was rainy, but we went on our outing anyway. My friend said, "I am English, if you wait until the weather is fine then you would never go anywhere." What a great attitude. I never let weather bother me too much when I want to do something anyway. We started our journey in Holland, Michigan and made our way to "Big Red" the not so big light house.
Then on to Douglas and saw a mini light house on the water. With two tug boats parked beside it.
I imagined fishermen riding the waves, throwing out their nets, and eventually pulling in their catch of the day.
The air was crisp with intense blue skies and wind that made your hair swirl, but I was not deterred by the gale. I was in another world far from the cornfields that I lived.
Last fall, South Haven was cold and overcast by the time we reached this light house. This time the view was stunning and lots of locals came to view the glorious Lake Michigan that seemed to go on forever because we are having unseasonably warm weather at the moment.
We saw a beach that looked so inviting and we bemoaned the fact that we didn't have time to burrow ourselves in somewhere for hours to enjoy the view. The waves crashed onto the shore like it was the ocean. Where I live there is nothing like this, which stirred up feelings of discontent. If I lived closer, I would be here all of the time watching this view regularly.
We climbed into the car and drove to Saugatuck one last time. Lovers sat on a bench and watched passersby while they sat close together.
Our last stop was a water mill that had seen better days. We saw it when we first came, hoping that we would remember the location on the way home. This time we were lucky. This rustic broken down place was still beautiful and I tried to imagine it when it was in working order.
Then we got in the car and headed home. No more stops, no more light houses, or lakes that look like an ocean, only memories of what transpired that wonderful weekend. And remembering that ...