Tag Archives: Michigan

photo friday: getaway

17 Mar

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A couple weekends ago three friends, Baby McSwedolish, and I trekked up to northern Michigan* for a writing weekend. It was entirely uncertain how much actual writing would get done, considering we had an adorable baby to distract us, but surprisingly we were all quite successful in our endeavors.

It didn’t hurt that we were in an absurdly picturesque setting, with no television and spotty Internets. This is the view out the back/kitchen windows, and if that’s not enough to make you want to snuggle up with your laptop and give your mind the space it needs to think and create, then I don’t know what is.

Plus, we saw an otter playing on the frozen lake.

An otter!

My winter is complete.

 

*J’adore northern Michigan!**

**People don’t use the phrase “j’adore” nearly enough.

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photo friday: jump

27 Nov

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You guys, I can’t stress enough how elated I was to finish the hike to the lake at Sleeping Bear Dunes. So elated that I used the last of my reserves to jump for joy, and Swede had to carry me back to the car.

Just kidding. But now that I think about it that wouldn’t have been a bad idea.

photo friday: upanddownandupagain

20 Nov
I thought it was never going  to end. Ever. EVER.

I thought it was never going to end. Ever. EVER.

As you may have guessed, Swede and I spent our honeymoon doing a Circle Tour, which here in the Midwest means driving up through Michigan, across the Upper Peninsula, and back down through Wisconsin. (Or vice versa.) We’ve seen and done a lot in Wisconsin already, so the bulk of our time was concentrated in northern Michigan A) because it’s beautiful (not that Wisconsin isn’t just as lovely), and 2) because they have a lot of breweries there that Swede wanted to check out (annnnnd there’s the real reason).

When we weren’t busy trying new brews, we did actually do things and we were actually active(ish). On the first day of mooning over each other, we hiked Sleeping Bear Dunes. Which, if you’ve ever hiked Sleeping Bear Dunes, you can stop reading right now and go get yourself a congratulatory beer, because you earned it.  I don’t care if you hiked it ten years ago, you earned it.

If you’ve never hiked these dunes, then I highly recommend you doing so. Even though you will want to turn back at least 72 times in the process. And even though you will decide this was a horrible, horrible idea at least 89 times. And even though you’ll say to your new husband, “Jesus Christ, just when I think we’re getting closer, it goes down. And then it goes up again. And it just keeps going down. And up again,” at least 103 times. And you will sweat out all that beer you’ve been sampling on your tour of the state, along with all of the beer you drank in college. And at your wedding. As well as all the wine you’ve ever consumed, which is a lot, because those DC years are pretty hazy. And then you’ll realize, once you reach the shore, with its cool breeze and empty beach, that this side of the lake is not made up up hydrogen and oxygen atoms, so much as it’s made up of All the Booze from Everyone Who Has Ever Hiked These Goddamn Dunes.

And it’s beautiful.

And ONLY then will you realize, HFS, now you’ve got to do it all in reverse.

photo friday: don’t blame canada, blame my parents

6 Nov
That's not actually Canada, moron.

That’s not actually Canada, moron.

HELLO, CANADA!* I’VE SO WANTED TO VISIT YOU! BUT I NEVER HAVE!** MAYBE SOME DAY! FOR NOW I’LL JUST HAVE TO STARE LONGINGLY ACROSS THIS BODY OF WATER*** AND YELL AT YOU!

*Actually, I’m facing the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Which is not Canada.

**True story. I’ve been all over Europe, but I’ve never been to Canada, my neighbor to the north. If my parents had made me a trust fund kid like I asked many several times, I’m positive I would have remedied this egregious mistake by now. 

***Not staring longingly, either. Pretty sure I skipping rocks badly. I mean, just look…super poor form.