Oh if only I could still spend my summers in Northern Michigan...
Picking cherries...
Night Swimming...
Camp Fires...
Beach Bards...
Cherry Republic...
Hikes up Pyramid Point...
Cherry Festival Nights...
Runs along West Traverse Bay...
Boat rides into Suttons Bay...
Coffee with Grandma and Grandpa...
Biking along the point...
Skipping Stones off the shore...
Crickets singing you to sleep...
Fire flies...
S'mores...
Thunderstorms...
Board games on the screened in porch...
Pickles...
Playing in the barn...
Skinny dipping...
Hammock naps...
Summer camps...
Corn on the Cob...
Kajarah's Bridge...
Polka Fest...
The Bay...
M-22...
Learning how to drive in the orchard...
Boons...
Falling in Love with Suttons Bay every summer...
Garage Sales...
Kayaking...
Swimming...
TUBE WARS...
Dani and I learning how to dive (Then forgetting)...
Dad trying to water ski...
Power's Island...
Zebra Mussels...
4th of July in Northport...
Here comes the Sun party...
Manitou island...
Wishing summers would never end.
Here's to You:
Here's to you grandfather
with 90 years of stories behind you.
Who smells of Cherry Blossoms
even when layers of ice cover the buds.
Who transformed the land we run along today.
Who has not only made a difference in my life,
but in so many others.
