July 24, 2006
Michigan City
On Saturday I drove up to Michigan City and the sandy shores of Lake Michigan with friends from church. It was a lovely drive up. And the scenery at the lake was amazing.
Well, that was just what I saw at first. After I crossed the bridge and walked through the park, it was much more what I expected.
There was a concrete arm jutting out with a lighthouse at the end. I tip-toed along the edge and felt the seaspray against my legs and feet and sometimes against my cheek.
Lighthouses look really pretty from far away, but they are more industrial up close. I wish I had brought a marker. Next time.
When I was done feeling all romantic (not in the lovey way), I meandered back to the beach, which wasn't romantic.
For some reason, even though I have fair skin and a history of sunburns, I decided I didn't need to put on sunscreen while I laid out on the blanket in the sun. For the past two days, I've been putting on lots of aloe instead because apparently I still burn.
I like that I have taught Liz the fun of the self-portrait.
I know I post lots of self-portraits and I promise I'm not vain. Sometimes it's just fun.
On our way home, we stopped at blueberry farm and picked a bucketfull. It, too, was rather romantic. It just seemed like a perfect summer day - spend the morning at the beach and the afternoon picking blueberries.
