Babs Young has been playing in the big sandpile on the big lake. She writes: This was taken in Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore south of Empire. What a treasure we have so close to us. We are spoiled for treasures. Come see for yourself.
It is hot and sticky again. I am almost out of lemonade, and entirely out of ideas. Fortunately Bruce and Andi Laidlaw have been rummaging around in the archives again.
No one keeps up with the latest trends like Babs Young. She is the coolest aunt in northern Michigan. She writes: Here it is the week of the 4th of July and you just never know who you will find sunning themselves on a dock in Blue Heaven. This group is enjoying a fun afternoon […]
Ah, the calm after the storm. Nothing like a full moon over Torch, especially after Bombs Bursting in Air. Katherine writes that this is what it looked like after her dog, Maya, had finally dropped off to sleep with the help of "doggie downers."
This is how we mark the rise and fall of the Great Lakes. We measure them against our own beloved places and our own selves. Bruce asks Do other people name their favorite rocks?
Have I got a deal for you. Babs Young took this picture at 9:15 this evening, looking south from the northwest end of Torch Lake. She says it's further proof, should you need any, that the west side is the best side. You could come up and decide the matter for yourself.
July 15, 2012
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