What an exciting day yesterday! We experienced three big adventures, which I am about to share with you, just because.
Two of the adventures feature photos.
The third and final adventure requires imagination.
Our first adventure: we drove out to Big Eric’s Bridge. I always thought it was spelled Big Erick’s Bridge, but alas, Google keeps impressing otherwise. I’ll let you readers choose your favorite Eric/Erick. The bridge was named after a really tall Paul Bunyan-like fellow who lived here in early logging days. I’m sure someone will set me straight with utter authority.
It crosses the Big Huron River out past Skanee, less than a half hour from our house.
Long-term readers of this blog may remember other stories about this rocky river such as Palm Sunday with fishermen at the Big Huron River in March, 2010.
Fall colors have started to dance crimson and orange against beautiful blue skies.
The woods are tinted yellow and green with splashes of autumn colors. Rumors say our “peak color season” will be this upcoming week.
In the springtime, when the fish are spawning up the rivers, visitors will encounter six, eleven, thirty fishermen and women. The river is thick with rods, night crawlers and flies as the crafty fisherfolk woo the steelhead trout.
This time of year we counted other river-lovers on one hand. Except for the four or five campers in the rustic campground.
Beautiful unusual rock lies within the riverbed. This time of year the water level is low. Come next spring it will rush high and freezing cold, covering up many of these rock formations.
As you drive through the countryside you ooohhh and ahhhhh over the burgeoning colors. (At least we did.)
See Barry sitting on that bench behind the gnarly cedar roots? We ate a picnic lunch of sandwiches. Mine was a half sandwich of tuna mixed with zucchini relish. He relished a bacon-cucumber-tomato sandwich.
He also picked up litter (which I decline to do during covid-times) and stuffed a shirt and a Meijer’s receipt in our leftover sandwich bag. (It’s one reason I love him after all these years. How can you not love a person who picks up litter?)
Taking this wee adventure reminded me of the delights (and challenges) of going outside for 365 days and blogging about nature’s gifts every single day during 2009-2010 in my first WordPress blog Opening the door, walking outside. Every once in a while I would like to do it again. There is something really special about going outside every day and writing about it.
Just not sure I could commit for a full year again…let alone a month. Or a week.
Second adventure: We got rid of dozens of old windows that Barry dragged home 30-40 years ago! He piled ’em up high in the shed in hopes of someday building a greenhouse–or maybe using them as garage windows.
Almost a half century passed before he realized he probably wasn’t going to use them. So we hauled ’em down last week (they are heavy, dear reader) and I begged someone to take them for free on Facebook Marketplace.
About six or seven readers bit the lure (pun intended–referring to fishing on the Huron River) but kept backing out of our lucrative offer.
Finally, a dear friend begged to pick them up so she could build a greenhouse next spring. YAY!
We spent an hour or two yesterday afternoon hauling down the remainder of windows (with the help of her good friend) and off they drove with our “treasures” as we sighed huge sighs of relief.
Adventure 3: Our friends are visiting friends down in Wisconsin this weekend and want us to feed their chickens and ducks. Okey-dokey! So last night at 8 p.m. we received instruction about poultry feed and water. We’ll be tending the creatures from Friday-Sunday, so wish us luck. Maybe–if they’re cooperative–I’ll get a photo shoot with our feathered friends. And maybe an egg or two! (There’s even a suggestion of roast duck…)