Girls weekend, second annual edition, was a success. So much in fact, that I didn’t do nearly the exploring on the property as last year. Full disclosure: Instead, I sat in the hot tub overlooking Lake Michigan, and then shot air rifles (in a lady-like cardigan, of course).
On Saturday morning I got up early and went for a run – I love when I can get out of the house before anyone and really greet the day. (In hindsight, I may start bringing my camera jogging a la “Yes Man.”) The weather was the right amount of pensive, cloudy, and balmy. All the colors were slightly muted, and everything in the woods was still. I cam around a bend in the road and the lake just opened up – gray, crashing, windy, desolate – just like I love it. There are bathing suit beach days and then there are sweatpants with shoes and socks beach days – this was a pants day. I only saw four cars while I was out, and they seemed to contain people out enjoying the morning just as I was. So I did I did do some exploring, in a sense.
Later in the morning I proposed a beach walk to the gang, and a few adventurous souls bundled up and made the trek. We were handsomely rewarded, as the beach and surround area was incredibly fun. We came across a lake with a creek that ran into Lake Michigan. We walked under the very bridge I had run across that morning. I found a few treasures, including an old bottle that I filled up with sand. Maybe I’ll put it with my crane from last year – my girls weekend souvenir.