One of the defining features of life in Antrim County is that every township and village is well-supplied with individualists, marching along to the beat of their own bongos.
There's an enormous amount of work going on at the upper harbor in Elk Rapids. On Friday the sidewalk superintendents were out in force. And there's more.
Across the road there is a jumbled pile of branches from what was, if memory serves, a very tall shrub before the big blizzard. The branches have silvery catkins on them that resemble pussy willows but grow in dense clusters.
Yesterday was a fine day in the County and Louan Lechler agreed to meet for lunch and explorations. We wound through Ellsworth and East Jordan and back along Old State Road to Central Lake, where we stopped at a tiny cottage across from the Post Office.
There we were minding our own business having a little walk up on the top of the second ridge when fat snowflakes started to fall. Walking across all that emerald grass while the air filled with fluff was like being in a pillow fight with Mama Nature. Then the wind kicked up and blew the […]
On Saturday morning Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I were up early. At dawn the full moon would set over Grand Traverse Bay just as the sun rose over the drumlins, and we would be there. We gathered our provisions and trotted across the road. Would there be too much cloud cover? No, there would […]
April 20, 2012
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