Today was a little unusual as we spent two days at the same location. Well, almost. Last night we were at campsite 3, tonight we are at campsite 20. We moved to a different campsite because this one was right along the shore of Lake Huron.
Started out the day with some kayaking. The waters of Lake Huron were as calm as glass when we started out and just a little bit ripply due to the freshening wind when we returned. We just paddled south along the shoreline for a while, then turned around and came back. We have now paddled four of the five Great Lakes. The only one we haven’t done yet is Lake Ontario.
Once we got back and had some lunch we unloaded the bikes for a bike ride. While unloading, I got a notification on my phone. Someone was ringing the doorbell at home. When the picture popped up, it was Alex smiling into the camera. We talked with him for a bit via the doorbell, but I don’t think he likes communicating that way. Grandpa and Grandma’s voices coming out of the doorbell button just didn’t do it for him.
Alex and Stephanie stopped by for a pitstop and snack while out running errands. Abigail and Nate were there also, having just returned from their vacation up north.
Somehow, even when we are gone, our house is still Grand Central Station. It’s all good, though. The more, the merrier.
Having completed our doorbell conversation, we took a 22-mile bike ride. We didn’t really have a destination, just rode north up US-23 for a ways. When it was getting to be snack time, we looked on the GPS for a good place to stop and eat cookies. Just ahead and a mile or two off the road was Partridge Point Park, at the end of a narrow spit of land that jutted out into Thunder Bay. If it were not named on the GPS, we would have never known about it, even if we rode past it. There were no signs, and the entrance drive just looked like an unmarked gravel driveway off of Partridge Point Road. Except there was no mailbox.
Partridge Point Park is just a small parking lot, two picnic tables sitting amongst the weeds, and a narrow path leading to the water’s edge. Must be not even the locals know about this one. The driveway in has large potholes, most of them full of water, which made the biking a little difficult.
By the time we got back, many of the clouds had dissipated and we were rather warm so we took a dip in the lake. Quite refreshing after a hot ride back along the highway. We even grabbed a bar of soap and shampoo and took a bath in the lake.
We took just enough firewood along to make tonight’s dinner: Chicken Hobo Pie Quesadillas. Kept the heat out of the RV. And on a warm day like this we want to keep as much heat out as possible.
We took a walk after dinner and then settled in to read/write. Started out on a lawn chair on the beach but the impending storms eventually drove us back to the RV.
Walk, Bike, Kayak, eat; none of this was scheduled or planned (ok, maybe the eating part has a schedule), we’re just taking each day and each activity as we have the opportunity. Quite a delightful change over the busy-ness and the schedules of ordinary life.
One could get used to this.
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