But it may as well be.
After camp, I spent five gorgeous days at a resort in Whitehall, Michigan, with my family and my incredibly generous in-laws. It sits on Lake Michigan between White Lake and Duck Lake and my husband and I have decided that if we can’t retire on Thumb Lake (where our beloved Camp Lake Louise is) we’re retiring here. Now we just have to get super wealthy to afford it.
Just imagine for a moment having coffee every morning right here…
In the coming weeks, I’ll be sharing lots of photos from both of these lovely places so you can enjoy them from afar.
Not far from downtown Bay City, Michigan, is the body of water from which it derives its name: the Saginaw Bay of Lake Huron.
A low, marshy area, it has a strip of sandy beach that in many places is only reachable by boardwalk.
On the horizon lies the power plant that supplies the area with electricity.
There’s something about this sight that feels quintessentially Bay City, but I’m not sure I can articulate why.
Perhaps it’s because so much of the natural environment was so fundamentally changed when white people finally settled here. When the area was first surveyed it was determined unfit for human habitation. Nothing but swamps and unbearable swarms of mosquitoes.
The story goes that much of lower Michigan was settled only after East Coasters were essentially tricked by unscrupulous land agents into buying land they hadn’t seen in person when what they were actually buying was swamp.
You can’t build or farm on a swamp, of course. So you drain it. And you start a mosquito control program.
And the land becomes something it was never meant to be. It becomes farms and shipyards and sawmills and factories.
But it still wants to be a swamp.
It wants to be a place where water is slowly filtered through a network of soils and plants and microscopic creatures.
It wants to feels the wriggling tadpoles in the warm shallows and the sliding fish in the deep places.
It wants to feed the roots of poplars and birches and the cottonwoods that were sending their confetti down all around me as I strolled along the margins of the marsh.
It wants frogs and toads, red-eared sliders and snapping turtles.
It wants to sustain little forests of lily pads that, as the mother of an eight-year-old son, I can’t help but see as a colony of green Pac-Mans.
Even during this incredibly hot day, the breeze from the bay tickled the leaves on the trees and bid them send their shade upon Earth’s weary creatures.
Between horizons on either side, I could believe that I was in a very wild place.
But a glance to the left revealed dozens of waterfront houses. And a glance to the right…
That power plant that I never knew I’d depended on when I lived in the Essexville/Bay City area as a child.
Still, if I looked in the right place…
I could see something beautiful and quiet and wild.
And that’s what I’m always looking for.
I know some of you are already gridlocked in holiday traffic (I-75 North, I’m looking at you) so you’ll enjoy distracting yourself from the utter contempt and frustration you are currently feeling for your fellow man by scrolling through colorful pictures of carousels. At least those painted animals are going somewhere, eh?
The Detroit Zoo has a great carousel full of awesome animals to ride…
But I prefer the wetland creatures and cool tones of the Detroit Riverwalk carousel…
Now, strictly speaking, I have never seen a sea serpent or mermaid in the Great Lakes…
But then, I haven’t seen everything there is to see…
I thought for sure this was an old carousel because it just had a been-here-since-1915 feel to it, but the Cullen Family Carousel was actually handcrafted in this century. Read all about it here.
And enjoy your Memorial Day Weekend, taking some time out to remember and be thankful for the fallen soldiers throughout the history of this nation who sacrificed their own lives that liberty might live.
One of the downsides of a big zoo with large exhibits is that you can often walk by and see absolutely nothing but grass, rocks, and trees. It’s great for the animals, who have lots of room to roam and easy ways of getting away from people, but it can be frustrating for zoo visitors. Beyond a glimpse of a far-off polar bear and a sleeping black bear, we saw no bears, despite there being four exhibits featuring bears. We also saw very little of the napping tiger and napping lions, though we have lions and tigers at Potter Park Zoo in Lansing, so that’s no big deal.
What we don’t have is gorillas.
The last time I was at the Detroit Zoo, the gorillas were nowhere to be seen. This time around, we got a great view of two gorillas, a drill, and two species of macaques.
We also saw some very active chimpanzees, though from further away and while we were en route to the polar bear exhibit, which we were rather exited about, so we didn’t linger long and I took no pictures.
While Zach and I were dog tired by the end of the day, the boy loved the zoo (despite the fact that there were no snow leopards, his favorite animal). And one of his favorite parts is coming up next…
We spent nearly six hours at the Detroit Zoo and saw most of the animals. Here are a few quadrupeds we especially enjoyed watching (and a couple bipedal marsupials thrown in for good measure).
To really do the zoo justice, get there right when it opens and plan for a long day and tired feet at the end. More pictures to come tomorrow!
Two of the biggest draws of the Detroit Zoo are the polar bear/seal exhibit and the new Polk Penguin Center, both of which feature underwater views of exhibit residents.
We were a bit bummed that the polar bears weren’t swimming while we were there, but we got some great views of the silly seals and swift penguins.
Better watch out, Canada.
Actually, those killer moves aren’t directed at you.
I believe the boy was controlling the fountain, using both mind and fist.
And anyway, he’s a very nice boy.
More pictures of our awesome three-day trip to Detroit in the coming days.
These were taken on the Detroit Riverwalk just outside of the Renaissance Center, where we stayed on the 53rd floor.