West. Day 2.
- patti brehler
- Apr 7, 2021
- 1 min read
June 10, 2016
Hog Island to Indian Lake State Park, Michigan
Indian Lake State Park was one of my favorite modern campgrounds. Spotless restrooms and showers with shady, room-to-breath sites on the shores of a lovely lake. A bonus: electricity to charge my phone. I set up, scarfed a dinner that was 1000 times better than the previous night, and took a stroll.
A mile-long trail meandered through a decrepit hemlock glade. Deep inside, a murder of crows cawed and fluttered; a crack of thunder hastened my steps. Better ditch the crow feather I stuck into my seat back yesterday, I thought.
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Moments after taking this selfie at my campsite at Indian Lake State Park a little cloud burst. There are worse things than taking refuge in a dry tent, with a belly full of chicken breast and sautéed cauliflower after a 60-mile day.
Rain eased to a drip by 10:00 p.m. I backed out of the tent and turned around. The sky across the lake glowed brilliant orange and red, stark outlines of trees stood guard as mist rose above the water. This I had to capture. I snapped several shots from a wood platform atop a high bank, then descended a long staircase for a different view.
At least a dozen peeping baby ducks scattered from under the bank. One circled and swam toward me like I was a chick-magnet. Momma duck bumped it away and kept an eye on two more slow to move.
"Sorry kids!" I whispered and backed away.
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