We drove 2 hours north the other day and Team Testosterone chattered nonstop the entire way. Thanks to the oddly hot summer, Lake Michigan was a balmy 72 degrees when we visited. I was quickly reminded of the soothing effect of hearing the surf. That rhythmic sound just unravels my nerves like magic.
We saw dogs, dudes wearing Speedos (ew!), seagulls and lots of people reading books. Everyone agreed it was the perfect day for playing in the waves and playing in the sand. Mr. T opened the trail mix, took a fistful and wandered to the water's edge. Behind him a seagull swooped in and began helping himself.
Some of the sandcastles were magnificent. Ours were pretty standard.
We buried Mr. G.
That's one way to keep a brother out of your hair.
Later, after we dried off and grabbed cheeseburgers we headed up the coast to see a lighthouse. We arrived 20 minutes too late to tour the inside, but we found plenty to explore on the grounds.
We didn't want to leave.
So we lingered for over an hour and watched the sun move lower in the sky. Then we pulled out to find ice cream cones.
Do you like my new sunglasses? My old pair was crooked and Mr. D said they made me look drunk. These make me look sober and they're super-comfy.
We reached a consensus during the drive home: we need to take more trips to the lake.