A Day of Sand and Waves
There is something that changes me when I see and hear the waves and beach. I instantly become a small child again, and can’t contain my excitement. I’m ready to run into the water no matter how cold it is, to take my shoes off and walk along the shore, leaving footprints in the sand only to be washed away almost instantly.
I spent the day traveling the coast of the “thumb” in Michigan. My “up north”, though most people will say that that term is reserved for places like Traverse City, or the Upper Peninsula. Port Austin and Caseville have always been my treasured up north places though since I was a kid.
The colors of fall were in full swing, with vibrant reds and beautiful golds amongst the trees. The waves coming off of Lake Huron were crashing into the shore, big and angry from a cold wind that threatens an impending winter. The sky was a perfect blue with big puffy white clouds though, and I couldn’t have asked for a better day.