I’m still living the dream. 48 hours ago, I was lying on a beach in Michigan, relishing my single day off for all it’s worth. It was so great. I went to get a Panera iced coffee for the road: Armed with coffee and an apple muffin, I drove Michigan-ward to heaven….I mean, the beach.
“Pure Michigan. Your trip begins at michigan.org.” Ha. Apparently, everyone else in the Indiana/Michigan/Illinois Great Lakes region thought so. This is what old 94 looked like for a mile on either side of the entrance to Warren Dunes:
“Why, praytell, did you have the beach to yourself?” you must be wondering. Well. It turns out that the beach is a mile hike through the woods and over a sand dune. Apparently, the general populous is not up for such a trek. I, however, am more than up for it.
After my hike, the water felt SO GOOD. Heavenly. That’s my word for this trip. Heavenly. I even wore my patriotic swimsuit.
OK, friends. I’m dead on my feet, and so I’m going to go crash. Tomorrow, I’ll post pictures from the fundraising event I helped plan. Despite everything that went differently than planned, it was a great event!