For those of you who have visited this location I am sure you were impressed if for nothing else than the magnificent view of this bridge over the Pine River. Add to that the natural spring that cascaded down a hill with a walking platform overlooking each step and you had a great day in the making.
A great picnic site was on the other side of the road along with a pathway that led their from the spring. Some great hiking trails were to be found on both sides of the bridge. Plus you might even spot a passing canonist or kayaker on the Pine River. Any other thoughts about this area?
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Camp outs at the Union League Boys Club camp we’re a regular feature at the tents. My favorite place was about 15 yards away and on those nights we just used sleeping bags around the campfire. Those were great nights. We actually used to do that on our nights off with a few kids from the main camp. I get it twice just to get away from the Tent City. And with only a few kids it was rather quiet. The big tents held a complete cabin group of about 20 kids. Tent City had 4 tents with three for the kids and one for the counselors. That was one fantastic summer.
I knew there would be skeptics and laughter but I saw this vessel for three minutes in my skivy at 2am.two minutes later it was gone. It was moving east to west above the Isle of the Wilds. I had been fishing that late when the light woke me up. I turned about and saw it. Look at Bass Lake. Mary’s ripple. In less than two minutes it was gone and pitch black again. I live in northern Ohio and I shan’t be back to this place anymore. You have spirits there.
On one of our trips to our property on Big Bass Lake the kids actually requested a daytime trip to the Haunted Island. Of course that was done in the early morning hours since lake traffic was less at that time. As events would have it there was a low fog that morning and the air was brisk so the kids put on wind breakers.
Big Bass Lake was a little choppy that morning and as we arrived at the rickety pier the fog got thicker. Talk about an errie atmosphere. As the boys climbed the short hill they could hardly see one another even though none were more than five feet apart. The fog had gotten almost to pea soup consistency.
When the boys entered the opening where they could make out the haunted house, they couldn’t. They could only make out its form. But as we approached it the house moved out of its errie form and appeared as it always has. The boys took their time exploring the full exterior of the home peering through the glassless windows and for the first time some noticed the stairwell that led to the second floor.
Even with the fog they could see far more than they could at night. Some of the boys glanced at the towering trees that surrounded the house. I asked them how they would like living out here all alone and most said it wouldn’t be bad- Until night fell that is.
Having satisfied their curiosity for the moment, they asked to return to our wooded beach and halfway back across the lake, the fog mysteriously lifted giving way to the sunshine above. As we docked at our beach, even the lake ceased its choppiness and became smooth as silk. All in all, not a bad daytime trip to the Haunted Island as even then it still had its mysterious effects on the boys.
Yes, that is the same US 31 that travels down to Indiana and within four miles of where my friend Dave Norris lives in Indianapolis. He calls that venue Meridian Street. This junction point is just outside the City of Ludington, Michigan. US 10 from Ludington goes into Scottville along with US 31 where the latter moves northward to Manistee, Michigan, and beyond.
US 31 is a divided highway all the way to Indianapolis from Ludington. I travel it whenever I head down to see David. Indiana, though, has very few rest stops which is not the case in Michigan. I don’t know why Indiana lacks in that area.
From Muskegon to Ludington on US 31 the highway is often divided by areas of forest so that one cannot see the other side of the highway at all. It’s a great way to travel!