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Adventure – Day 5 – the long way home

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I should have driven home on day 4; I was planning to go straight home after my two nights at Taquanamon Falls. I was out of food. The tent was wet. The holiday weekend, when campgrounds fill up and traffic gets crazy, was right around the corner.

But I was having too much fun.

So I searched for a State Forest campground to spend one more night, a campground that was sort of on the way. And I found one, situated along the Munuscong River near Pickford Michigan, still in the Upper Peninsula. After all the rain we’d had the river was wide and muddy.

The river mirrors the weather.

The river mirrors the weather.

There were several families settled into spots along the river. The mosquitoes were in residence there too, so I chose a large grassy site, further away from the river, which enjoyed a stiff breeze. In fact I didn’t slide my $13.00 payment into the secured payment pipe until I got the tent up because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do that with the considerable wind. But it went up easily. I think it was glad for the opportunity to dry out.

Drying out in the evening sun.

Drying out.

I was glad myself. Everything got hung up and aired out. The site was huge and covered in grass. No mud. Towering pine trees. Perfect.

Even better, I was only two miles from an old barn. A photogenic old barn. So after camp was set up, on my way into town to find food, I stopped. Of course.

Maybe it's the barn.  Maybe it's the setting.  Maybe both.

Maybe it’s the barn. Maybe it’s the setting. Maybe both.

And the next day on my way home I lollygagged. Turns out there’s a lot of farm country between the Upper Peninsula and home. Lots of great barns. And that day there was a stunning sky filled with puffy white clouds that begged me to stop and attempt a capture.

Wheat field, clouds and a barn.

Wheat field, clouds and a barn.

So I did. In fact I stopped several times. Seems every exit I took there was something beautiful to enjoy.

Pretty spot on a pretty day.

Pretty spot on a pretty day.

Barns. Barns everywhere. Long, straight country roads crossing flat country with farms tucked in behind nearly every stand of trees.

Tucked way back there among the trees was a beautiful barn.

Tucked way back there among the trees was a beautiful barn.

Along one country road I met a couple of friends. They had come out of the woods and were walking down a lane.

This is OUR field lady!

This is OUR field lady!

They were not that excited to see me. After a long stare they turned and bounded back toward the woods.

Run!  She's got a CAMERA!

Run! She’s got a CAMERA!

Soon they were almost hidden from view.

I don't think she can see us now.

I don’t think she can see us now.

They made me smile.

But…back to barns.

Nice and square.  With hawk.

Nice and square. With hawk.

There were so many pretty places to stop.

Barns and clouds - winning combination.

Barns and clouds – winning combination.

I could have stayed out there all day. Wait. I did. What a gift retirement is! Time to play along the way home. Time to enjoy a beautiful sky and ripening wheat fields, meadows of wildflowers, soaring birds, bounding deer.

A fence can't contain the beauty.

A fence can’t contain the beauty.

And so ends this adventure. The camping gear is packed away. Katie the dog has forgiven me for leaving her behind. Husband has listened to the stories. The laundry is done, gardens weeded, groceries purchased, meals cooked. I’m going to visit Aunt V this afternoon.

Life has settled back into the familiar pattern. Adventures are, after all, only adventures if they are occasional. Sporadic.

Still…stay tuned.

Another pretty barn.

One last pretty barn.

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Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

18 thoughts on “Adventure – Day 5 – the long way home

  1. so many fantastic views- I can never get enough of a blue sky with such beautiful surroundings. Thanks for sharing! 😀

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  2. Love the barn photos. There is a lot of magic in northern Michigan. Thank you for sharing the adventure. Enjoy the weekend ahead. Lots of adventure ahead, too.

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  3. Such wonderful barns! And I love the fence and hay 🙂 Good thing you stopped to let your tent dry out 😉

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  4. What a beautiful drive home! The crocosmia you sent are doing very nicely, could you send me some of your get out and go on your own?

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  5. Such beautiful photos! I’m glad retirement is agreeing with you, Dawn. You’re blessed, you know, at having so much beauty right in your back yard!

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  6. Thanks for bringing us along on your camping trip. What fabulous photos of a place meant to be seen and admired, yet so few of us will.

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    • I think there are so many places like this, just beautiful, waiting to be explored, and most of us will never get to see even a fraction of them. I’ve enjoyed other people’s blog for just this reason, to see a little bit of the world that I’m unlikely to get to in person. Or sometimes, to inspire me to make that trip on purpose! Thanks for stopping by. I loved your blog entry about your 7 year old granddaughter and the drive to ballet class! 🙂 🙂 🙂

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  7. I’ve just finished scrolling reading through your days of adventure. I’ve been away myself for a few days so I’m catching up this morning. How wonderful for you to just go on your own and do what you want to do when you want to do it with no schedule to worry about. Sounds like you had a wonderful time, with great pictures to prove it!
    I’d love an adventure like that!

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  8. The vanishing point created by the fence posts in the hay field picture is wonderful!

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    • Thank you! I was standing in tall grass, one foot on a little hill, the other in the ditch trying not to think about ticks when I took this. Looks peaceful. In reality it was a bit of a struggle.

      Speaking of ticks I should tell you about the real story behind Day 1. Someday.

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