I would think this would be horrible for camping. Can you imagine the bugs coming off the water at night? Even with mosquito netting can you imagine a friend cutting your rope Splashdown. Where is NASA when you need them? I would never use this tent hammock except maybe for fishing. Perhaps even spearfishing. I don’t think Darlene would like it much either. The other thing is how do you get in this thing and out of it? Out would be easy with swimming trunks. But in? Give me that old fashioned land-based tent any day of the week. As for this monstrosity, whoever invented it needs to volunteer to use it first.
This poor misguided soul thought that the Ludington Breakwater was a ski ramp. As soon as he was on the Breakwater he began commiserating with us. Unnoticed by him was a small tear in his boat on the bottom. After listening to him for about an hour we helped him put his boat back into Lake Michigan. Like nothing ever happened, he moved off deeper into the lake. He moved offshore about a mile and then this happened. It just wasn’t his day!
I am very familiar with this road. It was one of two roads that let into my home in Scottvile, Michigan. I enjoyed dirt roads or Sand roads as some call them. When I first came to Michigan these kinds of Roads outnumbered the paved ones. It was a simpler time then. You couldn’t travel as fast on them so you got to enjoy the scenery more. Now Arizona has more of these then Michigan. Darlene didn’t like dirt roads because when anyone went by us too fast the dust was incredibly bad especially if she was gardening. Even if you were hiking on the road the dust was bad. In my early days not much traffic on these roads. But I’ll be back in Michigan in two more weeks. Hurray!
This is Marty of the Mishawaka Boys Club. I am now his mentor as he does not have a father. I had a chance to coach him in this baseball league but opted not to. Instead I’m his biggest fan and encourager. After the game we head out for burger and fries. Then I help him with his homework. I never had much chance to work with kids before but I enjoy this one. Marty makes me laugh as he loves doing silly faces. Later this summer I plan to take him on a fishing trip along with my dog Lucky. Mentoring is important to children so if you ever get the chance try it out for yourself.
Imagine my surprise to find frisbee golf in Arizona? I loved playing it in Michigan. There I played it on the shores of Lake Michigan but here in the Prescott National Forest. This one is even tougher because it’s in a forest and you have to dodge the trees with your shots. I barely broke par the first time. There is a small pond on this course for a water hazard. Arizona is starting to inspire me. But in June it’s back to Michigan for 2 weeks as Darlene and I will be staying in Ludington and hope to get more pictures.
The Prescott National Forest in Arizona has a lot of beauty and almost reminds me of the Manistee National Forest in Michigan. This is my new fishing place. I call it a pond but it’s more like a small lake. I can fish for bass or perch here. I just have to get used to the warmer climate in Arizona. My new friend Henry and I go here about twice a month. We spend the night and have a great time. I bring Lucky along with as he needs the exercise that he doesn’t regularly get where we live. I think he likes the trip more than we do. Our only night out means great fish frying for supper. It’s always good to get back to Nature.
Now I can only speak for myself but paddling down the little Manistee River is better than watching TV. The scenery around each Bend of the river is fantastic. I must admit that more homes are going up along the river. I suppose they call that progress. I call it infringement on nature. One of the bright spots about the little Manistee River is on how much of the Wildlife you can take in. But as more homes come alongside the river animals will Retreat back in the forest for the most part. There are many places on the river where you have to carry your canoe because the water is too shallow. Still I love this River and nothing in Arizona can match it. I’m beginning to miss Michigan more and more but I told my wife that when I retired we would head south. I love her enough to do that. Besides next month we’re returning to Michigan for two weeks and I can hardly wait.
my longtime friend David Norris has encouraged me to become involved in the boys club in Arizona. This club has a wonderful multi-purpose room. It’s largely used for wrestling and on Friday nights for movies. It’s also used for board meetings and torch club meetings. Once a year they hold the annual Awards night in this room. A volunteer also teaches tumbling here. They have a huge wrestling team that travels to other clubs. In the future I will show you other aspects of this club.
Rory and Sam were having a good time investigating some Greenery on the trail. They should have been getting ready to track the other boys who had Hidden further down the trail. Their curiosity got the best of them. Kids however are curious but soon thereafter they were out hunting for the other boys. Momentary distractions are educational. And these two boys from the Mishawaka Boys Club were having the time of their life on this hike.
What a place to jog early in the morning! On these shores the only thing you might not be able to see as you jog are your feet. Ha! The gentle waves rolling in are music to your soul as you job so you don’t need one of those contraptions on your ear that I see so many people use. I prefer the natural soothing sounds to music blazing away in my ear.
At times I like to stop and just stretch. It feels great to get out early in the morning as I almost have the beach to myself. I did see a couple of birds earlier but even they have flown away now. So many people don’t get an opportunity to daily job in this kind of scenery which is worth the effort believe you me.
Oh well, I’m now off to fish in the Sauble River and maybe have a fish feast this evening.
I sure wouldn’t want to be on shore today. That is one big wave! The winds were whipping on Lake Michigan and produced monstrous waves. They would have been too much for Surfers especially that close to land. It makes me wonder how many Surfers were out there that day. I found this in an old box that someone had sent me. Usually Darlene gets this kind of picture at this time I beat her to it. We both been looking through old pictures of Michigan. We each found a few that will be presenting in the near future. I think this is the biggest wave I’ve ever seen.
I love to watch the waves of Lake Michigan hit various breakwaters up and down the coast of Lake Michigan. I recall Dave Norris once telling me of his experiences in Highland Park, Illinois, during winter storms as the power of Lake Michigan would ram into that breakwater sending flumes of water high into the sky.
That is similar to how it is in Ludington, Michigan, as sometimes the waves are so high that it makes walking on that breakwater most dangerous especially further out onto that location. But it is fascinating to watch as the waves roar into the breakwater sending water high into the sky. Now I know how they clean the windows of that lighthouse far out onto the breakwater.