Here is a view of a rural Michigan roadway, Greenly looking west towards 168th in Park Township. The sun was behind me, the lake is out in that direction, there was still a little morning haze in the air, it just seemed pretty bucolic and pretty idyllic.
The ride eventually led past the PSPS, an local landmark not previously photographed this year except for one I took a couple of days ago with my finger and the wrist strap over the lens. I tried harder this time and got a better image.
There were pigs. Those who have been following along will have no difficulty identifying which of the sausage delicacies was being consumed by the local and which was going down the gullet of the outlander.
Back on the mountain we discovered that Sailing 101 appears to have broken out on the big lake. Local knowledge informs that this event usually takes place on the inland lake but on Saturdays when there is only light wind on the big lake they come on out and play in the big arena.
I watched for awhile and there was at least one kid who wasn't getting it at all. He could sail in the downwind direction but when all of the others turned around and started for home he pretty much stayed where he was. One of the power boats appeared along side, probably to shout sailing instructions. I assume eventually he will get home, either after learning at least a little sailing or after being taken under tow.The day lived up to advance notice, eventually topping out at too warm and too sultry. I recycled, but kept the mileage low and in the shade as much as possible.
After dinner at Tres Lobos MySU and I walked all the way down to the State Park.
There is still what looks like a pretty substantial crowd at the State Park beach in this photo but it is a mere shadow of the throngs that were there earlier in the day. Someone cue the Doors, Summer's Almost Gone.
1 comment:
Ketchup and pigs. Enough fat and sausage to last a while.
Nice ride.
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