Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Retreat: The Act or Process of Withdrawing

The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some count slackness, but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance.
2 Peter 3:9 NKJV
Intuition Diairies

We found that as we neared the end of our trip, we had mixed emotions. We both let our minds wander back home to the pleasures and duties awaiting us there. Then we would remind each other, “We’re still on vacation, enjoy here and now.”

We left Luddington to make our way to Grand Haven. Grand Haven was a fun place to relax, a great spot for both boaters and landlubbers. The marina we stayed in was close to a row of specialty shops and the famed Musical Fountain show. The lighted water spraying in various shapes and designs garnered oohs and aahs from the audience. The selection of music was quite eclectic, from the theme from Space Odyssey: 2001 to a Country and Western tune to Hip Hop.

The next day, we just puttered around town. It was sort of melancholy day, because we knew things were coming to an end. We enjoyed an ice cream on the boardwalk, did one last round of laundry and then decided to eat in town. Too hot to cook. We found a bar and grill that made huge burritos. Les got the beef and I, the chicken. Smothered in cheese and a red sauce, this monstrosity was more than either of us could finish.

After dinner, Les checked the weather to see if we could cross the lake the next day. We decided to try, hoping the winds would wait until evening to pick up strength. We made the attempt knowing we could retreat to shore and head further south to Holland or Saugatuck. Our other back up plan was to try again on Friday, since the weather outlook was good.

The next morning, we hunkered down for the 90 mile run across the lake. I decided to drive first to keep my motion sickness to a minimum. As we travelled, the waves buffeted us, but we seemed to be making good time. We made it across about 20 miles, when we heard a clanking sound. We looked around inside the cabin. Nothing was making that sound. We slowed down to idle speed, so Les could check outside. The waves were pushing us to and fro, when he discovered that the roof rack that carries our bikes was coming loose.

I put the boat into neutral, while Les climbed on the side to secure the rack. Due to the rocking of the boat from side to side, I clenched my seat. Thinking my effort would help Les cling to the side of the boat, as I hoped and prayed that the wind wouldn’t knock him off. It was the most harrowing event of the trip. I kept praying. Finally, Les climbed back into the boat, announcing that all was secure.

I put on my bravest face, and asked if we should stay our course to cross the lake. Les came over to the GPS and showed me that we had 60 miles to go. He decisively suggested that we turn around; we were heading back to shore, veering southeast to Holland. I could have argued, but I didn’t really have the stomach or nerves to keep battling the waves. We had no idea if they would simmer down or get worse. It was one of those defining moments.

The meaning of repentance became very clear that day: change direction. Don’t stay on a reckless path. Get out of there. We knew that staying on the current course could cost the potential loss of the bikes. And even though pride tempted us to brave the waves and take the pounding, the firm voice of reason (aka, the Holy Spirit) told us to retreat, find refuge. Don’t be foolish.
That morning I had read the Scripture: “He who walks with the wise grows wise, but a companion of fools suffers harm.” (Proverbs 13:20)

We made it safely to Holland, which sits on Lake Manitowoc off of the main lake. We let down our anchor for the afternoon, praying for more wisdom. Les had checked the weather, and the forecast had changed from light and calm winds on Friday and Saturday to high winds with 2-4 feet waves. I decided to sit on the front of the boat and soak up the sun, the breeze and the peace of repentance.

Meanwhile, Les did his research and found out that he could catch the Amtrak in Holland; the station was only 1.5 miles from the marina we planned to stay at that evening. He also figured out that he could take public transportation once he made it to Chicago, to within a mile of the other marina, where we had parked the truck and trailer. He booked his ticket, and we made our way to the last stop of our trip.


In the morning, we walked together to the train station. After I saw Les off, I withdrew leisurely back to the boat to spend one last day reading, resting and relaxing in God’s presence.


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Trust: Assured Reliance on the Character, Ability, Strength, or Truth of

Intuition Diaries

This hope is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls.
It leads us through the curtain into God’s inner sanctuary.
 Hebrews 6:19 NLT
A pattern is emerging this last week of the trip, a modified routine. We travel to the next port, then stay a day, travel and stay, travel and stay. We plan to head home by the end of the week.

 After a day and a half at Frankfort, we set out to Luddington State Park about 48 miles south to climb 130 steps to the top of Michigan’s tallest lighthouse, the Big Sable Point Light. The waves were fairly tame that morning, but we still took it slow to conserve gas. We planned to spend the night at a marina in Luddington, where we could see the Badger again. A 1950s era, steam engine car ferry, which we encountered entering the harbor of Manitowoc, WI.

S. S. Badger

The wind picked up, creating bigger waves, which kept us at our slow pace. The hazy sky made the sightseeing bland, not as crisp as the previous days. But even with these conditions we were able to admire the dunes marking the shoreline of Lake Michigan.

After lunch, we were closing in on our destination. I had a bit of a headache, and was beginning to wonder if it was such a good idea to anchor offshore in 1-2 feet waves, while we wandered up to the lighthouse.

Les thought it was doable. I was hesitant. I was in unknown territory. Was it okay to anchor offshore from a state park? Would we get in trouble? (Irrational fears, I know.) But my biggest question centered on a trust issue? Would the anchor hold?

We dropped the anchor in three feet of turbulent water. The boat was rocking erratically and I was panicking. The boat was doing its job. The waves were being waves, but I just didn’t believe that the anchor would hold the boat in one spot. Les reassured me that it would be fine. So I reluctantly climbed off the boat into the lake and waded to shore, while our dear boat was tossing in the waves.
I revoiced my concern about whether the anchor would really hold. Les nonchalantly remarked, “It held the last sixty times we used it, why would it not hold this time?”
I mumbled, “I dunno.” We continued our walk up the beach to the lighthouse.

We climbed up the 130 steps, enjoyed spectacular views, saw our boat rolling gently on the waves from high above the lake . After viewing the vast landscape, we climbed back down the 130 steps, and headed back along the shore to the boat, which was right where we left it.


Our anchor held!

Monday, October 29, 2012

Abide:To Continue in a Place

As the 31 Day Challenge comes to an end, I have decided to bring to a close the Intuion Diaries series. Over the next three days, join me as I retell the last days of our summer adventure, boating around Lake Michigan. To read from the beginning of the series check out the tab, Intuition Diairies.

The last week of vacation offered many opportunities to Abide, Trust and linger in a Retreat state of mind.

The crew’s life…consisted of long monotonous days
interrupted by times of extreme excitement and danger.”
(A description on a sign outside of the U.S. Life Saving Service building
 in historic Elberta, MI)

Cruising in a boat can become monotonous, but we were always on the alert for changes in the weather.

From Charlevoix, we planned on travelling about forty miles and anchoring off near South Manitou Island, part of the Sleeping Bear Dunes National Park. We were getting reports that the wind was about to switch from NE to SW and get stronger. (It amazes me how aware one needs to be of wind direction, when travelling upon the water. I never knew the wind changed direction so often.)

Heading south along the eastern shore of Lake Michigan, we stopped at Leland for lunch, to buy groceries and to tour their historic Fishtown.
Nestled on the inlet these little shanties still remain, a gathering place where fisherman for many years processed their daily catch. Today, the buildings house trendy little shops. One of the huts still smokes fish and sells it to the tourists.

Upon arriving in Leland, the harbor master mentioned that the weather was going to turn snotty. It’s a sailor term that means the winds are picking up and you best take refuge or be ready for some rough seas. This was disappointing because we really wanted to anchor out by South Manitou Island.

Because of the weather, I was getting a bit snotty. I had imagined a day of picking up groceries and then claiming our own private beach to soak up the sun, while Les grilled some burgers.

Thankfully, I have been abiding in God’s grace long enough to ask for help to redirect my attitude.

After my fussing was put aside, we  enjoyed a nice afternoon. In Leland, we ate at an outside café. I devoured a delicious tuna melt. Then we walked around the shops in Fishtown. We went our separate ways for a bit, and I met two interesting women to talk to about art and such. One a clerk at the Fishtown Pottery shop,(where they sold unique tile art made by Sporck), and the owner-creator of Fishtown Sail Co., where she re-purposed old sailcloth into cool tote bags.

Les and I met back at the grocery, stocked up and decided to brave the weather and go out to the island. On our way, we saw a lighthouse, a shipwreck from 1960, and the immense sand dunes. We anchored for awhile behind the island, wading from the boat to the beach with our chairs. Les napped, while I read. The wind was still in our favor at the time, but we didn’t feel safe spending the night out there, so late afternoon, we headed back closer to shore.

South Manitou Island, MI

We cruised along the shore, enjoying the views of Sleeping Bear Dunes, despite the choppy water due to the increased winds.

As the day faded, we were faced with another decision. To take our chances of being whipped by the wind all night in an unprotected harbor or travel ahead to a more secure harbor, another twenty miles ahead. (In rough water, we average 8 mph, so we knew we'd be chasing the sunset to make it to the next port before dark.)

We chose to keep going. As the sun went to bed for the night, we anchored in the harbor near the town of Frankfurt. We were able to drop anchor with just enough fading sunlight to see what we were doing.
Instead of the planned forty mile day, we covered ninety-six miles. It was a long, fulfilling day, abiding in God’s grace and asking for wisdom along the way.
And I will pray the Father, and He will give you another Helper, that He may abide with you forever—
John 14:16 NKJV




Sunday, October 28, 2012

Faithful: Steadfast in Affection

Great is His faithfulness;
His mercies begin afresh each morning.
Lamentations 3:23 NLT
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Saturday, October 27, 2012

Forgive:To Give Up Resentment

  Oh, what joy for those
whose disobedience is forgiven,
whose sin is put out of sight!
 Yes, what joy for those
whose record the Lord has cleared of guilt,
    whose lives are lived in complete honesty!
(Psalm 32:1-2 NLT)
One of my favorite and most challenging spiritual writers would have to be Henri Nouwen.
A compilation of his teaching on Solitude, Community and Ministry can be found in the book, A Spirituality of Living.
In the book he defines, forgiveness this way:
"Forgiveness is to allow
the other person not to be God."
Nouwen's devotion below speaks of forgiving the Church, which really would mean forgiving each other as well, since we make up the Church.
Forgiving the Church

When we have been wounded by the Church, our temptation is to reject it. But when we reject the Church it becomes very hard for us to keep in touch with the living Christ. When we say, "I love Jesus, but I hate the Church," we end up losing not only the Church but Jesus too. The challenge is to forgive the Church. This challenge is especially great because the Church seldom asks us for forgiveness, at least not officially. But the Church as an often fallible human organization needs our forgiveness, while the Church as the living Christ among us continues to offer us forgiveness.

It is important to think about the Church not as "over there" but as a community of struggling, weak people of whom we are part and in whom we meet our Lord and Redeemer.

- Henri J. M. Nouwen

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Friday, October 26, 2012

Voice: Medium of Expression

The voice of one crying in the wilderness…the cry of an infant…the cry of anguish…my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Prepare ye the way of the Lord! shouts the prophets over the pages…through the years…in the voice of a multitude preparing the way in song…sing…sing a song…make it simple…to last the whole year long

Hallelujah chorus…broken hallelujahs…voices raised in acclamation and praise…shouting, hooting, hollering…raising hands…joining in on the chorus…what does

my voice add in the strains of a million other voices…expressing words wrought from synapses and snapshots of memory and experiences and teachings and lives of living example

Creating together…voices of a thousand angels…cry Holy! Holy! Holy!
The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky displays what his hands have made.
 One day tells a story to the next.
Psalm 19:1-2 (GOD’S WORD Translation)
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Thursday, October 25, 2012

Thrilling Guest Thursday: Elizabeth Anne May

Today, I'd like to introduce you to another sister of the soul: Elizabeth Anne May. She blogs over at Seasons with Soul. I love the seasons and I'm all about nourishing the soul. Elizabeth offers food for your soul, body and mind.
She recently relaunched her blog with a week's worth of giveaways. And today, she posted a great recipe in her Fall Flavors recipe series. Click on the highlighted words to find out what's new at Seasons with Soul. Please leave Elizabeth a comment to let her know you were visiting today. It makes a blogger smile, when you drop us a word. Thanks-Kel
Read here in her own words why she decided to join the blogosphere:
I started Seasons with Soul because I’m on a personal journey toward more intentional living that I’d like to share with you.

While I’m still figuring it all out (and probably always will be), intentional living looks something like this for me:

Choosing to live and love in harmony with God’s will and my life priorities.

Choosing reflective over reactive.

Choosing creative over fastidious.

I’m choosing to live in season. Choosing to do what’s right in this stage, or season, of my life like Ecclesiastes 3:1 says. Choosing to jump in a pile of leaves with my kids, over organizing my basement. Choosing to blow bubbles with my two-year-old over doing dishes.

I’m passionate about seasonal living and celebrating the beauty of God’s world. I talk about my childhood growing up on a small farm in Southeastern Ohio in my first post, back in August, and how each season had its own charm and how we reveled in it. Now, I share my love of nature in each season with my own family. We’re avid cooks, gardeners, hikers, crafters, and photographers, and we can’t wait to share our adventures with you.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Smile: To Bestow Approval

The Lord bless you and keep you;
The Lord make His face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you;
The Lord lift up His countenance upon you,
And give you peace.
Numbers 6:24-26 NKJV

Read the Pumpking Patch Parable to my nieces and nephews today, while they scooped out and carved their pumpkins. Nice family day on the front porch. Felt God smiling upon us with the warm sunshine and our together time.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Swing: To Move Along Rhythmically

Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.
Matthew 11:28-30 (The Message)
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Monday, October 22, 2012

Cope: Deal Effectively with Something Difficult

Yesterday, we ordered tickets for Les Miserables. This morning my husband noticed that I had ordered them for the wrong day. No refunds, no exchanges. All sales final. I felt miserable. I started wondering, if I get this frustrated with little things, how am I supposed to cope with the BIG things?

When faced with hard questions, where do I turn?
The dictionary, so I looked up “cope” and found out it means to “deal effectively with something difficult” (The New Oxford American Dictionary).

Right away, I knew I was in trouble because this definition posed another question, “How effective are my coping skills?” 
I paused my search, went to the fridge, pulled out the Hershey’s chocolate syrup (the only chocolate in the house) and made myself a mocha, complete with whipped topping and sprinkles.

Returning to the definition, I read through to the origin of the word. The roots of this word made me grin. From Middle English, it means to “meet in battle” or “come to blows.” Coping is a battle. It makes sense that often, while I am coping with difficulties, I want to smack someone or something in the face.

It gets better; the noun version of cope is a cloak. Figuratively speaking, when I cope I am hiding, covering or disguising my pain.

Definitions thrill my soul, a close second to a creamy mug of mocha.

I started thinking of ways we try to cope, and this acronym poem poured out of my pen.

At the end of the…
Out  of
Plans to
We turn to…
Perception with

Or we can...

Out to God!
Pummel the

Which leads to…



After all my soul searching this morning, I turned to the Psalms. And this one fit perfectly with all my other musings. God knows what we need to cope! His very words define life so well!

O Lord, look how my enemies have increased!
Many are attacking me.
Many are saying about me,
“Even with God on his side,
he won’t be victorious.”           Selah
But you, O Lord, are a shield that surrounds me.
You are my glory.
You hold my head high.
I call aloud to the Lord,
and he answers me from his holy mountain.                         Selah
I lie down and sleep.
I wake up again because the Lord continues to support me.
I am not afraid of the tens of thousands
who have taken positions against me on all sides.
Arise, O Lord!
Save me, O my God!
You have slapped all my enemies in the face.
You have smashed the teeth of wicked people.
Victory belongs to the Lord!
May your blessing rest on your people.          Selah
Psalm 3 (GOD’S WORD Translation)
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Sunday, October 21, 2012

Carefree: Having No Worries or Troubles

Live carefree before God; he is most careful with you.
Keep a cool head. Stay alert. The Devil is poised to pounce, and would like nothing better than to catch you napping. Keep your guard up. You’re not the only ones plunged into these hard times. It’s the same with Christians all over the world. So keep a firm grip on the faith. The suffering won’t last forever. It won’t be long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ—eternal and glorious plans they are!—will have you put together and on your feet for good. He gets the last word; yes, he does.
(1 Peter 5:7-11 The Message)
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Saturday, October 20, 2012

Random Saturday

Since I started the 31 Days of Challenge sponsored by the Nester, I have been following a pattern of posting my weekly schedule of Monday Musings, Tuesday's Pic, Word of the Week Wednesday, Thrilling Guest Thursday, and linking up with Five Minute Fridays.

When Saturday arrives, I'm not quite sure what I will post. The last couple weeks was related to prayer:

Pray: To Entreat or Implore;To Make a Humble Request

How to Pray for An Hour

Here it is another Saturday! I think I will post about Image. Sort of a follow-up to yesterday's post about LOOK.

Image can mean an exact likeness, a tangible or visible representation or incarnation. (

Whenever I think about the fact that we are created in God's image, I can scarcely take it in. When I ponder the fact that Jesus took on our flesh becoming God with us, my soul soars with joy, peace and hope. Even though, I will never quite be able to completely understand. I can only imagine what it was like for God to become man.

As an image bearer, I enjoy looking at images: paintings, nature and photographs. Each medium gives just a hint of eternity and holiness and beauty and grace and light and darkness and joy and pain. All these facets of God, but not God at all. God alone. God incarnate. God the Spirit. God with us and dwelling in us. Too much. Too wonderful for words or photos or anything really.

If anyone imagines that he knows something, he does not yet know as he ought to know. But if anyone loves God, he is known by God.
I Corinthians 8:2-3 ESV

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Friday, October 19, 2012

Look: To Direct One's Attention

Then he said to Thomas , "Put your finger here; see my hands.
Reach out your hand and put it into my side.
Stop doubting and believe."
Thomas said to him, "My Lord and my God!"
Then Jesus told him, "Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed."

John 20:27-28 NIV
Today's Five Minute Friday prompt: LOOK
(This is where you write for five minutes,
no editing, just write and see what spills out.)
Here's my offering:

Look at me. I have freckles. A diploma on my wall. A blog on the internet. I have a husband and two sons. I want you to notice how accomplished I have become. I am short. I have brown hair. I wear glasses.

Look at me, ma…no hands…I road my bike to have coffee with friends. I bought groceries and carried them home on the same bike. Aren’t you proud of me?

Don’t look at me! I am wart. I am slug. I am abscessed wound. I stink. I drop the ball. I am picked last. I didn’t comb my hair. My shirt and pants don’t match. I lie. I cheat. I pretend. I act out in anger. I scream. I curse. I want to punch someone in the face. I am ugly.

Look at Jesus.
I don’t know what he looked like, his physical body marred, bloody, sweaty, dripping with life. He walked dusty roads. He climbed a hill with a tree on his back. He looked upon his mother and John. He groaned. He breathed. He gasped. He died. Buried in a cave with a stone door. Body found missing.
He appears. He eats. They believe. One doubts. Jesus returns. Look at me. Look at my hands. Touch my wounds. Put your hand in my side. Believe.

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Thursday, October 18, 2012

Thrilling Guest Thursday: Bold Warrioress

I look for your deliverance, Lord.
Genesis 49:18
Who is this bold warrioress, you wonder? Her name is Kelly, which means "war, strife or bright-headed" according to the baby name books. But I have seen it translatied as "warrioress" or "bold one"
Her battle cry is "Ain't No Mountain Too High!" I invite you to click over to Kelly Greer's blog today to read a truth wrapped up in an acronym poem. A victory cry: "God Delivers!"
I would also like to reccomend the book Bold Love by Dan Allender and Tremper Longman III. Especially the chapter titled: "Resume of a Warrior: Qualifications of the Heart." Challenging reading, but good for the heart and soul.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Anticipation: Visualization of a Future Event; Expectation

In the morning, LORD, you hear my voice;
in the morning I lay my requests before you
and wait expectantly.
 Psalm 5:3 NIV
The Intuition Diaries

 (A Wednesday series about our summer adventures on Lake Michigan.)

On every adventure, trip or vacation expectations run high. In preparation for our summer boat trip, we did some advance research and planning. We sought the advice and experience of friends and family; veteran travelers all. The most lauded and anticipated port of interest by far had to be the non-negotiable, have to go, without a doubt, everyone loves it: Mackinac Island.

It was the only place on our itinerary, where we had advance reservations at the marina. We chose to stay at their marina, rather than take a ferry over. Before our arrival, we were pleased with our decision to dock there, because then we would be able to enjoy the island at our leisure, rather than having our time dictated by the ferry schedule.

On the afternoon, we left St. Ignace, after two days of repose; we were ready for the zenith of our adventure. We raced the ferries across the bay and found our way into the marina. Our first hint that things might not go as expected, was when we pulled up to the fixed dock, which loomed five feet above the side of our boat. Thankfully, a marina staff person helped us dock and tie up the boat. Most of the other marinas had floating docks at eye level, which absorbed the rocking of the boat. On a fixed dock our boat swung like a hammock in the wind all day and all night. All that motion was overwhelming, and not conducive to reading or relaxing.

We arrived late afternoon, so we showered and got ready for a special date night. We were celebrating a belated 25th anniversary gift to ourselves. Les called a carriage to carry us to our destination. We dressed up for the first time on our vacation, ready to enjoy an evening together at the Woods restaurant, highly recommended. As we waited under the shadow of the impressive Fort Mackinac, a horse pulled surrey pulled up to take my beloved and I to our fancy meal. My fantasy of a carriage built for two, was replaced with a cart of upholstered seats to accommodate about 16 people. I thought, that’s okay, I’m sure that the island charm will overtake my disappointment. We climbed aboard, and proceeded to ride through Main Street.

We were overwhelmed by tourists. Tourists standing in line for dinner. Tourists piling off the ferries. Rows and rows of rental bike shops. Bikes parked along the street, which the horse carriages were weaving around and past to get to their stops. Crowded streets lined with t-shirt shops intermingled with fudge shops. My expectations were shocked into a realization that we were in the midst of a scene that reminded us more of a busy day at a theme park, rather than a quaint island retreat.

It was like we entered this famed tourist location from backstage. Once my expectations were slightly adjusted, we enjoyed the conversation with our fellow passengers, on our way to the Woods restaurant, located deeper into the island, away from the commercialism of Main Street. The family we rode with was visiting their niece, a culinary school graduate, who was working in the Grand Hotel kitchen dipping thousands of strawberries in chocolate for the esteemed guests. She seemed genuinely pleased with her summer experience.

Upon arriving at The Woods, we were ushered into an idyllic setting that was part European hunting lodge and part 1950s supper club. Our wait staff seated us near a huge stone fireplace, which wasn’t lit because Michigan was having a hot summer like the rest of the Midwest. No sweaters needed or fires. The white linen table clothes were covered in white butcher paper, so children could color with the crayons provided, while waiting for dinner to arrive. A man played quiet music at a baby grand, while we looked over our menus. We were served a basket of crackers and fresh rolls with a side of the best orange marmalade infused whipped butter, while our food was being prepared. For a starter, I tried the whitefish and corn chowder. Amazingly cheesy! We both order sumptuous steaks. And for dessert we went overboard, Les had ice cream rolled in pecans and chocolate sauce. I devoured one of the best ever crème brulee, garnished with a white chocolate-dipped ginger cookie, alongside a flayed strawberry and mint leaf.

On the way back down to town, we had the horse-drawn taxi to ourselves. Our driver had been spending his summers working this job for 27 years. He answered our questions about the island. He took us down a steep drive, where huge mansions on Wonder View Lane look out on the Mackinac Bridge. We passed the Grand Hotel porch, where after 6pm, gentleman must sport a tie and ladies, no trousers, please. Finally, a glimpse at the island all my friends had raved about, I was beginning to see why they loved their time here so much. We definitely absorbed the beautiful gardens and spectacular views.

The driver admitted that the life behind the scenes was challenging. Security of personal items was a problem. He had to use a permanent marker to label his portable A/C with his name, because it sometimes would wander off into another employee’s room. He found labeling it with his name, made it easier for him to reclaim it. He dropped us off at the marina, and we meandered down the lane to see a little more of the island before going to bed. The lane was dotted with period buildings and condos that blended well with the scenery and more views of the Mackinaw strait. A golf course and a lodge and bikes parked in a circle. One woman looked perplexed. She kept looking at the bike in her hands and the ones in the rack. They all looked the same, so we guessed she was uncertain about whether she picked out the correct bike.

We were rocked to sleep on the boat. We woke early in the morning to ride our own bikes around the island. It was a bit overcast, breezy and yet a pleasant ride. We found a place to pose our bikes for a picture, admired a natural rock arch and marveled that we were cycling right next to the crashing waves of Lake Huron. For breakfast, we chose a place in town. It was called the Huron St. Pub and Grill, I noticed the night before that it advertised breakfast, lunch and dinner. We had the restaurant to ourselves. Everyone else was at the Pancake House or Starbucks. I had the best ever pancakes with cinnamon sugar butter and cheesy scrambled eggs. Les had their Western omelet. If you ever get to the island, we recommend both the Woods for an excellent dinner and this pub for breakfast. After breakfast, we did stroll through some of the shops. The bookstore attracted us, where we browsed the books on local lore. Then we hunted down some postcards and a T-shirt or two.

We pulled out of the marina before lunch to make our way down to the eastern shore of Lake Michigan. More to anticipate, more to explore and more expectations to weigh.