Beautiful Weekend part 2......

I was just too tired to finish this story yesterday, we did so much in one day. After we had done climbing the Dunes we went into Glen Arbor and got us some coffee (a coffee icecream affair) and a drink for Tristen and as the "boys" were squabbling about who would divide the remaining donut, I bought Gerry his own and I had a pastry. So then we headed for Port Oneida. I wanted to show Gerry the new way down to the beach. We used to climb down and enbankment but it got so worn down that it was no longer an easy climb for me.
So..........to the beach.

As you can see its just how we like it. Empty. Woo Hoo........with a touch of Autumn in the air the holiday makers don't get down to the beach so much if its cooler. Thats how I like it though. We look for beach treasures like Petoskey Stones. I only found one. It was a lovely walk though, saw a large Turkey Vulture flying over but the picture was not clear enough.Tristen collecting feathers

The beach is at the end of this road, and you have to know its there in order to find it.

The water levels are high all over and we have more storms coming tonight. I have never seen it so high. Thats not a bad thing really, but there is no beach left and we don't need any more erosion. The farms above have been there for centuries but who knows.........

This schoolhouse is a part of Port Oneida. There is a cemetary by the road along with a farm house. This school must have served all the farms around there, and there are a few. The bell tower is intact. I wonder if they used it as a church too. I must read up. Tristen loved the outhouse.



He enjoys exploring these old farms. I wonder how long that will last? Meanwhile I will enjoy him enjoying our company. Meanwhile Gerry had bathroom duty, Trissie had to go. Lucky we always have a roll with us.

I think the people who lived in these places were so very fortunate. I am sure that at the time it was harsh. Especially in winter. They must have been a tight knit community though. I think of the lonely grave yard up on the bluffs and wonder why they are not in the bigger one next to this house. I have more reading to do,

Exploring is fun.


We left there rather tired. It had been a full day. We saw lots of fields that had been mowed for hay and fields of straw. I told Tristen how that is used for bedding and food for cattle and animals in the winter months. He soaks up information like a sponge.

I always think of how my childhood influenced me, and I want that for him. Country life is just so beautiful. I was a lot more naive though, I knew nothing of the harsher side of things. I don't think Tristen will be able to avoid that, but meanwhile..............as his mother would say "Live Life to the Fullest"