••• Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Little Things.
Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. – Robert Brault
My wedding anniversary is in August, and for the past few years we’ve celebrated by taking a 24-hour retreat at the cottage, just the two of us. This year, August flew by without adequate opportunity, so we stole our 24 this weekend past.
I’ve been kind of struggling with the words to describe the splendor of the weekend. There was no finely orchestrated event. No gastronomical galas. No one outstandingly memorable moment. Just a lovely, 24-hour spread of sensorial delight.
First we went for a hike in the Sleeping Bear Dunes National Park. There are many hiking trails in the vast expanse of this park, but the one we took is only 5 miles from our cottage, and runs parallel to the Big Lake.
Here's an interesting tree we found along the path. It looks kind of old and tired. And pube-y.
After awhile, the sound of the surf was too alluring, so we hopped off the trail and onto the beach.
This is a fairly decent picture of me, taken by Cabana.
And a little Surf and Turf Manpie:
We took the scenic route out of the park. When I took this picture, I thought I had happened upon a very clever photographic concept.
In retrospect, or as seen through the rear view mirror of my mind, I must have been suffering from the collective influence of fresh air, natural beauty and good company.
A tall order of Tuesday-Leftovers-Saturday-Sky.
After some time on the beach at the cottage, we headed to dinner at a local bar, where we were served up a delicious meal of prime rib and baked potato, with a side of drunk Harley couples, for entertainment purposes only.
Back at the cottage, we caught a little sunset, campfire and coyote serenade.
The next day we just hung out on at the cottage. Some of us hung a little crazier than others.
That's my Cabana, swimming in barely-60-degree water. He wanted me to take a picture to show how clear was the water. I wanted to take a picture to show how clear was the insanity. You know, in the event of an inquiry.
As we were getting ready to leave, we received special anniversary homage from a couple of the locals:
::Please click on this one, for full impact of color.::
Afterwards, one of the ducks approached me to apologize and explain that they had originally planned a 21-Bun Salute, but with it being the migration season, the team was currently a little short-assed.
Butt really, it's the thought that counts.
And The Little Things.
My wedding anniversary is in August, and for the past few years we’ve celebrated by taking a 24-hour retreat at the cottage, just the two of us. This year, August flew by without adequate opportunity, so we stole our 24 this weekend past.
I’ve been kind of struggling with the words to describe the splendor of the weekend. There was no finely orchestrated event. No gastronomical galas. No one outstandingly memorable moment. Just a lovely, 24-hour spread of sensorial delight.
First we went for a hike in the Sleeping Bear Dunes National Park. There are many hiking trails in the vast expanse of this park, but the one we took is only 5 miles from our cottage, and runs parallel to the Big Lake.
Here's an interesting tree we found along the path. It looks kind of old and tired. And pube-y.
After awhile, the sound of the surf was too alluring, so we hopped off the trail and onto the beach.
This is a fairly decent picture of me, taken by Cabana.
And a little Surf and Turf Manpie:
We took the scenic route out of the park. When I took this picture, I thought I had happened upon a very clever photographic concept.
In retrospect, or as seen through the rear view mirror of my mind, I must have been suffering from the collective influence of fresh air, natural beauty and good company.
A tall order of Tuesday-Leftovers-Saturday-Sky.
After some time on the beach at the cottage, we headed to dinner at a local bar, where we were served up a delicious meal of prime rib and baked potato, with a side of drunk Harley couples, for entertainment purposes only.
Back at the cottage, we caught a little sunset, campfire and coyote serenade.
The next day we just hung out on at the cottage. Some of us hung a little crazier than others.
That's my Cabana, swimming in barely-60-degree water. He wanted me to take a picture to show how clear was the water. I wanted to take a picture to show how clear was the insanity. You know, in the event of an inquiry.
As we were getting ready to leave, we received special anniversary homage from a couple of the locals:
::Please click on this one, for full impact of color.::
Afterwards, one of the ducks approached me to apologize and explain that they had originally planned a 21-Bun Salute, but with it being the migration season, the team was currently a little short-assed.
Butt really, it's the thought that counts.
And The Little Things.
Comments:
Speaking of Big Love, have you seen the HBO (I think) show of the same name. Very odd show, indeed. Just your average, run-of-the-mill polygamist family.
Sounds like you had a lovely time. Congrats and hope you have many many more happy years coming your way!
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