Tuesday, September 14, 2010

"June 4, 1980"

Yesterday we just knocked around the campground. It was a beautiful sunny day, so we laid out in the sun. It is vacation after all.

This morning we set out early for McLain State Park near Houghton. When we arrived, we set up camp, ate lunch, and then were off once again. We went to the tip of the Kewanee Peninsula at Copper Harbor. There we visited Fort Wilkins State Park where an old fort has been restored.
The weather was again beautiful. We drove along the Lake and found a wonderful place where we had stopped years before. There were these excellent huge rocks out in the water, breaking waves. On them, tiny violets and grasses grew and water sat in holes and crevasses. When, as little kids, Pat and I had last been there, we made up a story about a family that had been miniaturized and dropped on one such rock as punishment for some offense.

On our way to Copper Harbor, we also had passed a gift shop where we had stopped in the past. Ever since the first time I was there, I thought it would be a wonderful place to live. I could make little handicrafts to sell and would have a little garden out back. Well, when we went past it today, it was closed and there was a “for sale” sign in the window. I just about died.

“I want to buy it,” I cried.

On the way back to camp, we took a different route, up a mountain. From its summit we could see the Lake spreading out miles away. Green hills stretched in another direction. A hawk soared above. What peace, what beauty.

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