Last night after dinner, Lake Michigan called to us, and we answered. Down Gills Pier Road from the Happy Hour, to the spot where Onomonee Road ends (officially, at the water), then out on the relatively new but ever-lengthening spit that extends out into the Lake, becoming more a small peninsula every year. Willows, osiers, alder and popple have taken root. Bird and fish skeletons abound. I've only been to the Arctic in books and dreams, but there is a wonderful Arctic spring feel to this little corner of Leelanau Township, putting me into the world of SPRING ON AN ARCTIC ISLAND, with bird life all around.
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