Do you know how baseball spectator’s stay cool in the summer? By all the fans there. Ouch. I’ve been a lifelong fan of the Chicago White Sox through feast and famine. I started following them in 1958 and was rewarded the next year with a World Series against the Los Angeles Dodgers which they lost four games to two. I loved the era with Luis Aparicio and Nellie Fox. Then there was the exploding scoreboard every time the White Sox hit a homerun at home. Fireworks all over the place. I also enjoyed Nancy Faust the organist. Then there was the years with Frank Thomas, the Big Hurt. I was just made in 1993 with the baseball strike because that year the White Sox led by 18 games. Because of collective greed they lost a chance to play in the World Series. But in 2005 they won the World Series against the Houston Astros in 4 games. In fact that postseason they tied the New York Yankees with the best postseason record at 11 and 1. Now the White Sox are rebuilding and it’s been a long season. But Baseball fans stick with the same team no matter what. Go go White Sox!
You don’t see one of these every day at Big Bass Lake or at least you didn’t when we owned our property up there. The slide may be intriguing but is it deep enough to warrent a dive off of one of those? Perhaps if a rope swing were attached to it? It would be interesting to learn more about one of these contraptions?
How many of these are now found on Big Bass Lake? What is its main purpose outside of a curiosity item? At our beach you’d have to go out pretty far to warrent a jump off that high. Even a good leaper could find himself only in waist deep water and that’s a pretty high perch to begin with.
Maybe Big Bass Lake drops off a little deeper at that location? Or maybe it should be installed in the shallow depths of Big Bass Lake to become even more effective? All good questions but what about the answers?
What you are looking at is the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. The upper peninsula has about one third of the total land of Michigan and is rich in the mining and lumber business as well you can imagine. In the summer it is a tourists dream. They like to call themselves Yooper’s while downstaters they call trolls because they are under the Mackinac Bridge. For a long time they have felt abandoned by the Michigan legislature and have even tried to form their own state. How about the name Superior? The last time they tried this was in the 1980s but it is always on their mind. They would be then Superior to Michigan. On a religious note the Upper Peninsula has Paradise while the lower peninsula has Hell. The Yoopers would have Paradise and the trolls Hell. Sounds somewhat prophetic to me.
As long as I’ve known Mike Reynolds he and I only took one camping trip together and without Darlene who chose to stay home. We went to a location in the Manistee National Forest that Mike preferred. I’m not much of a fisherman so he did all the fishing and I benefited from each day’s catch during supper. And return I did all the firewood Gathering and cooking on the trip. We took several night hikes each night taking a new Direction. At that time Mike still had his two Husky dogs and one of them joined us on the trip. I think he had the best time of all. Their names were Frick and Frack and on this trip we had Frack with us. Mike really liked those two dogs. Mike directed Frack to stay back at the campsite while we were gone and he obeyed. Mike and I stayed together about six days and had a great time together. We never had a night without fish as he was a great fisherman. Now I live in Indiana and Mike and Darlene and Arizona but we remain friends to this day.
A young boys first sunset at Big Bass Lake is always a special event. For some of the boys, it is their first time away from home on a major trip without their parents. Others have faced this impending darkness before. Yet as the shadows begin to heighten around the lake, the kids draw closer toward the campfire.
One of our older boys, Jughead, had never before been in the deep woods and this first night saw more apprehension in him than even any of the younger boys. He was along more for a helper to me however this first night saw him shaking in his boots as the darkness envealoped our campsite. Add to that, the Haunted Island was getting darker and darker as night settled upon Big Bass Lake.
Whitey Meier gulped saying, “You mean that’s the place we’re going at midnight on this trip?”, as he pointd to the foreboding island. I could almost feel the shiver comin from Jughead. Our two youngest campers, who you met in a post yesterday, Jay and Tony, giggled as they saw Jug’s apprehension grow. Two other boys were stationed at our second firepit making smores and they were so engrossed in that, that they never even took notice how dark it was getting. But, then, that firepit was closer to the swamp and a good thirty yards away from where the rest of us were sitting.
The two firepits lit up the area quite well. But just outside that small area of light total blackness permeated the campsite. Cloeness is the word of the moment for most of the boys at that ime. After devouring the smores it was time for their first nights sleep. Morning would be awaiting them with adventures anew. Still, that first night’s sunset was never lost on them for the rest of that trip. It was their first step in understanding the wildnerness that was to be their new home for the next ten days.
Did you have that one kid that stood out? This is Rusty from the Mishawaka Boys Club. We were about to take a swim in a nearby lake and kids wanted to have their picture taken. Rusty had his eyes open until the snap of the picture and then he closed down. Those little blue eyes of his closed up. I tried 5 pictures and this is the best result I got. Rusty said he hated to have his picture taken. Even at school he closed his eyes at the crucial point. His mother said it took five takes of that picture before they even got a squint. I have often wondered if that young man is still camera shy today? Maybe he’s a professional photographer today
This is the best way to get your car washed at Big Bass Lake. And you don’t even have to get out of your car to do it. At the same time you can take a tour of the lake and when you’re done you can dry off your car and polish it. I won’t let Ed Hawks know about this because he may be the first to want one. It beats a speedboat because if you want to pass you just honk your horn. If you have a political bumper sticker you can prove to anyone that your candidate is all wet. I wonder what the fish think when they see underwater tires? Maybe they’re thinking it’s a new way of fishing. Oh well at least you don’t have to haul your boat out at the public landing. You just drive out. Maybe they can get it some like a dog where they can shake the water off themselves?
I love to travel down Country Roads in the Manistee National Forest. There is so many twists and turns to them. Then I liked to turn off onto another road and travel it for a spell. One time I was doing this till it got dark and then it took a long time to get out. It seemed like I went for miles until I came to a highway and got my bearings back. Even at road signs on Crossing roads I had to get out of my car and check what the sign said because it was Pitch Black. I’ll never do that again. And it sure would have been a place to get a flat tire. I say that because maybe a bear might have come up on me when I was changing the tire. I just thought I would just have to grin and Bare it had that have happened.
A rather interesting thing can be told about Noreika Road and that is that it had two exits onto Big Bass Lake Road. One was this intersection on Big Bass Lake Road North while the other is at Big Bass Lake Road West, which is near the Public Landing.
This exit, however, comes at the end of our family farm field (to the right) which extends nearly all the way to the Public Landing. To the left of this junction point is our forest which extends all the way down to the intersection at Matson Road and then even down that road for a long stretch.
Of course that was back when our family owned that property. Now the western exit is known as North Island View Lane which used to serve as our driveway leading up to our cottage. The two exit sections cannot be easily observed from one another. Also when our family owned the property, Noreika Road was not a question but as I understand it there are those along that stretch that would like to see the road renamed. I hope that never happens as presently that road is all that is left to honor my grandparens who orignally owned that land.
The Badger ferry boat and this lighthouse are probably the two greatest factors for the city of Ludington Michigan. The Badger aside, the Ludington lighthouse on the Breakwater is probably the shining star of that City. Nearly a quarter of a mile out into Lake Michigan it has to be the number one tourist attraction in that area. Countless people have walked out to the lighthouse even during high waves. We have many pictures of this building on our website thanks in large part to Darlene Reynolds who also writes here. She has taken great time and effort to provide you the best pictures of this area. Mike Reynolds has also provided great pictures of this area including the Manistee National Forest. They are both now in retirement in Arizona but I know Mike’s heart is still lodged in Michigan. I know Darlene prefers the Arizona warmth. They both had a chance this summer to return to Michigan for 2 weeks. Big Bass Lake and Beyond were favored with many new pictures. This lighthouse was the centerpiece of the Reynolds Family attentions. And I have to admit mine too.
Melonhead’s, Dogman, and other Michigan monsters are said to roam the state. I have a video of Michigan haunted places. haunted Zone This video will help you understand the unusual things in Michigan. Just beware when you go out into the night.
This is the corridor that speed boats take around the haunted island and then back north toward the narrows. In the distance is the narrows and an area that one can see almost all the way from west to east on Big Bass Lake. The Haunted Island can be seen somewhat in this shot.
Boats come through this junction at high speeds often carrying water skiiers. The rules of the lake must be followed or there would be some major head on crashes if boats took the wrong way out of the narrows and chose to head south on the wrong side of Haunted Island.
Of course boats can also opt to go east from the narrows and around the island known as Grandma’s Hat before heading back north through those same narrows. What is known as the narrows can be found at the top of this photograph and it leads to the north side of the lake.