Yesterday, as I walked across the bridge at Croton Dam, I stopped and smiled at a fisherman. “My Dad caught a lot of fish here,” I said casually, not sure the fisherman would understand or want to engage. He responded with a huge smile. “I have been fishing here for...
The Michigan State Trooper rolled down his window and gave me a questioning look with a tentative thumbs up. I was on the side of the road with my hazards on, looking at a map. I channeled my grandma Leta who once gave her doctor a check, requesting he deliver it to...
The feeder trail was long, hot and dusty. It was early July and the smell of pine was sharp from the heat. My thirteen-year-old nephew and I walked under the power lines. Power companies clearcut land but generously allow trails on their property. The cost of these...
I got up really early Friday so I could complete the five-and-a-half-hour drive to Bitely, Michigan, and get a good campsite. Only nine at Highbank Lake and I planned the weekend’s hike around this campground. I have learned that my plan doesn’t matter to anyone else;...
There were acres of lilies in vast shallow bodies of water. I had never seen anything like it. The lilies weren’t just around the perimeter of the marsh but everywhere. Huge white flowers appeared to float on the water’s surface while the leaves covered it like green...
THWUuuuuuump. The sound came from deep beneath the ice and echoed across the Lake. Even the bravest lost their composure momentarily as we scattered, skating as fast as we could through the darkness toward the shore. We looked around to make sure no one was missing...
