These are from Monday’s adventures in Bellaire and Central Lake. I’ve been saving them for a cloudy day. It’s Mud Season in northern Michigan, so I didn’t have long to wait. No deep meaning – just color.

No lifeguard on duty
Swimming beach at Richardi Park in Bellaire

Orange house
This cheery house in Bellaire probably drives the neighbors nuts, but I like it

Burros
These little guys live on M-88 between Central Lake and Bellaire

Horses and stone silo
The horses wondered why I was wandering around on Old State Road with a camera
I wondered who had built the elaborate stone silo
Posted in: Adventures outdoors
uphilldowndale
April 5, 2009
Oooh that is some orange, I can just imagine what it was like taking the lid of the tin and ‘committing’ paint to brush.
what would you store in a silo?
Gerry
April 5, 2009
No missing the house, is there!
Silos are mainly used for storing animal feed. Antrim County is full of giant blue Harvestores and little tin-roofed corn bins and at least one other stone silo that I know of. The stone ones look like castle keeps, don’t they!
Silos are also used for fermenting green forage into silage. I know zip-all about silage, as that kind of silo is a dangerous place and people in my family have all we can do to attend to the muskie threat.
dmarks
April 5, 2009
Silos are a thing of the past as farmers increasingly just leave the silage laying out in a pile and cover it with plastic. The Harvestore was all the rage for a while.
Here is a good web page about silos:
http://www.madison.com/tct/business/oncken/285448
katherine
April 5, 2009
Love the color of that house (from one who’s house is getting to be purple)
Jane Louise
April 6, 2009
I want to see that orange house. Exactly where is it?
Gerry
April 6, 2009
If memory serves it’s on the street that runs off M-88 next to the Sassy Sunflower. I was wandering around a good bit in the vicinity of Richardi Park. If you start there and meander you’ll find it. In fact, you can’t miss it! I used to have a bright blue house. I loved that color. My neighbors were of two minds. (One mind said “That’s awful!” and the other mind said “Well, that’s Gerry.”)