Posts Tagged ‘fishing’

The Shores of Lake Michigan

Tuesday, July 10th, 2018

The last few days of our road trip have been a whirlwind of activity that took us from Sioux Falls, South Dakota all the way to East Jordan, Michigan.

First of all, Sioux Falls really impressed me! The Falls Park just outside of downtown there is a lush expanse of green broken up by a massive waterfall system.

The cascading water brings life to this charming midwest town.

It was a wonderful start to our day especially since we didn’t do much else for the rest of the day. We spent the night in Madison, Wisconsin which is a place I really do love but we didn’t have much time to stay around or do things.

We blasted on through Madison for a long two day series of adventure up the western shore of Michigan along Lake Michigan. I never truly experienced the wonders of western Michigan but the coast of Lake Michigan was full of surprising gems and crystal clear waters.

We tried to stop at as many lighthouses on our way up north as possible. Here are a few of my favorites:

Big Red in Holland, Michigan

Holland was a wonderful town and I especially loved the windmills that truly evoke the dutch country Holland is named after.

Point Betsie Lighthouse near Frankfort, Michigan

Manistee Lighthouse, Manistee

Ludington Lighthouse

The only thing that rivaled the beauty of the lighthouses was the stunning gradient of sapphire and emerald colors in the water.

Our major destination along the western coast of Michigan was Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore. Driving through the covered bridge bearing the National Park insignia was the marker that we had arrived!

We ran up and down the dunes, marveling at the spectacular Lake Michigan waters.

It felt like we had escaped to the Caribbean even though we were in the middle of Michigan. This country constantly surprises me with the exotic scenery.

The history contained within the boundaries of this small lakeshore national park was thrilling to experience.  There were so many old shipping buildings, barns, and manufacturing spaces.

Of all the small towns we stopped in I enjoyed Leland’s Fishtown the most. This charming fish village offered emerald waters, old world homes, and entertaining fishing boats with great names like Joy.

The drive through Michigan had a lot of ups and downs but was full of joy. After many different towns, lots of swimming in Lake Michigan, and an impromptu trip to urgent care after stepping on a rusty pin we made it to our final destination: Petoskey. We stayed south of Petoskey for a few days where I got to watch my cousin get married! But that story is for next time 🙂

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Egret Eyes

Sunday, March 3rd, 2013

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My mind is full of egret eyes.
Swiveling movement like the weight
At the end of a fishing line,
Pulling the hook serrated and sharp
Into the darkest parts of the sea
That only fish with grey translucent eyes
Can see with something more than sight
That illuminates the darkest parts of this world.

I feel disturbed like the jellied eye
Of a fish left too long in the sun;
Poked by innocent hands seeking fun.
My mind is pierced by shrieks of delight
As children run away, cringing in fright;
A game played by children in a twilight too dark
To be anything else but night.

Plucked from the sea by the dagger
Of a spear fishing egret
Perched atop a craggy rock out at sea,
The open mouthed, lipless screams
Of a fish out of water takes on new meaning.

My mind is full of egret eyes.
Preying with the majestic form of a killer,
Guised in beauty and lithe gossamer gowns
Of a white so pure it can only be called snowy.
But the bones buried beneath the snow
Remain unseen, hidden by layer and layer of white
So pure it can almost conceal the death in your eye
That pivots like a ballerina’s pirouette.

The bird opens wide its wings.
Wings of feathery white willing a skyward escape
Like a shot in the dark and a bullet left in a tree trunk
Because the wood won’t feel the burn, Right?
Just as a wriggling earthworm doesn’t feel the pierce
Of a hook dissecting its body into perfect segments
Like it was meant to be split by the greedy hands of men.
Did the fish see the pain as the worm was plunged
Into the depths of an element it didn’t understand?

These murky waters mean nothing to the eyes of a predator
As the egret dips its streamlined head into the water
Pulling forth its sacrifice of sea life.
The egret pushes itself from the rock in the middle of the sea
To return to its native country of sky clad creatures.
Bringing with it an unwilling victim of circumstance
Caught in the clutches of death, even the victim had to smile;
It was on this day, a fish learned to fly.

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Yellowstone: Feeding Time 2

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

This time around we watched an otter hunting in a river. It was at the same place where we had spotted the otter trio except at the first otter lodge. The otter was bobbing up and down in the water trying to get some food.

There was a whole line of photographers trying to get good pictures of it,I was just one of about ten trying to score a shot. I got to talk with a man who took photography trips to Africa. He had photographed, lions, elephants and much more. It was amazing to listen to his adventures while we waited for the otter to catch something.

The funniest part is that whenever the otter would pop up there would be a storm of camera clicks. All you could hear was people frantically pushing the button to take a photo, desperately trying to catch something interesting.

He was teasing us with his presence. He would go under and swim to one end of the river. Wait there until we all picked up our gear and walked over. As soon as we got there he would swim back upstream. We chased him around for quite some time.

We finally got our wish when the little guy popped out of the water with a Cutthroat Trout in his mouth. The whole energy fo the area was abuzz as people tried to get good pictures of it.

He was just chomping away on this fish. He was really enjoying it, for most of the time he had his eyes closed as he was eating. He, unlike the coyote, didn’t play with it, he chewed on it for a tiny bit, then swallowed it.

He almost swallowed the fish whole. It was pretty amazing. As soon as he was done, he went back to his fishing and swimming. He just slinked away in search for his next meal.

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