Saturday, July 30, 2011


Last week, my walking stick and I headed to the Tahquamenon Falls - by car, of course. We followed M-123 north, along the Lake Superior shoreline, keeping our eyes peeled for any loitering moose along the water's edge of the Tahquamenon River. Still haven't seen any...but we're told they're there.

Once we arrived at the Falls, we had a wonderful lunch in the Brewery. I forgot to take pictures of the inside, so focused on my tuna steak sandwich was I. But if you ever get the chance, pop into the brewery and at least take a look at all the animal rugs on the walls: a badger, wolves of every color, and bear. And there's a real neat gift shop.

Then we went for a walk...

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Here Fishy, Fishy...

We have had much success in the past two weeks in the fishing department. Well, not all of we, not me, just the guys – husband, son, father-in-law, and good friend. But I’m going to keep trying and you can bet you’ll be the first to see a picture of my catch.
But back to the guys…
Hubby with his Rainbow Trout and Brook Trout. 
Son veggin' out as his catch of the day sizzles over an open fire.

Hubby and Father-In-Law and Bob after great day on Lake Huron.

Another fish fry!
Ike licking the plate!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


Today I want to introduce you to my favorite place - the river. As you can see from the picture to the right (there's no picture if you are reading this in Google Reader....sorry, still learning), I settle here often with my pen and paper, or a good book, or a bunch of good books on my good buddy Kindle. There is no electricity, so no laptops allowed, unless of course you have a good battery. But there is something to be said about a favorite pen making contact with a weathered notepad. The cabin is called the Grizzly Den. This is where all trips begin, whether on foot or musing wings...

But every now and then one must get up and go exploring...

I'll bet there's a Rainbow Trout hiding under that log. But Bear, the dog in the water, is more interested in finding a swimming squirrel. I haven't the heart to tell her chances are 1 in a million. And Ike, the dog watching from the sidelines, well, he can't swim. Really. Saw it with my own eyes. Thought I was going to have to wade in after him when all I saw was his paws sticking out of the water as he struggled to find land he could cling to so he could drag himself out. Needless to say, he's a wader.

Well, I'm off with my walking stick to trek the 1.5 miles back to my favorite place with my posse in tow...I hope to see you back here soon!