This year was to be a little different, we were planning on heading down the coast much earlier.
It didn't quite happen as some serious mother thunderstorms and a nap forced us to leave after lunch and the skies cleared up.
Here are some of the photos.
This is a tree on the way out of our 'hood. If you notice, the top of the tree is starting to change colors. I noticed a few of these trees on the way, but this is the first hints I have seen of fall.
The ride to Frankfort was disrupted by a detour through beautiful Honor, where there was some sort of festival that I don't remember. We got to travel through the mean streets of Honor before ending up on M-22, 12 miles from Frankfort. I think it added time to the trip.
The ride to Frankfort was disrupted by a detour through beautiful Honor, where there was some sort of festival that I don't remember. We got to travel through the mean streets of Honor before ending up on M-22, 12 miles from Frankfort. I think it added time to the trip.Frankfort was a zoo, more so than I have ever seen. Personally, I believe it is because of an article in the USA Today. Debbie and I stayed in Frankfort in December, maybe that was why it felt so busy. When we were there the bay was frozen and the town didn't feel as different as it did this year. Progress, I suppose, is always jarring.
Anyway I had a bug to get some Ice Cream and we stopped at a totally downtrodden spot called Scoops to get some Moomers Ice Cream.
And here we are eating our mound of ice cream.
The flavor that I settled on, the flavor you can see in this photo if you look past my shirt that is open to my navel, was called Play Doh. Yes. Play Doh. Blue ice cream with what appeared to be colored chunks of cookie dough meant to take you back to the days of yore when you would eat a few cans of play doh before being given ipicac by your mom.
Such a look.
Debbie's flavor? Coffee Toffee. I polished off the cone and it was delicious!
Now we find ourselves having arrived in Arcadia for some beach time. Jack found this pimp stick and was taking it to the beach to peel some....wait a sec. That is nothing but a baseball bat!
The Sunset Valley Resort (click-o the link-0) is just down a hill from a Scenic Overview, in a spot that cell phones go to die. But from the resort you can walk down to the beach on Lake Michigan. Last year we had Jack down around sunset. This year we let him loose.
And here we are eating our mound of ice cream.
The flavor that I settled on, the flavor you can see in this photo if you look past my shirt that is open to my navel, was called Play Doh. Yes. Play Doh. Blue ice cream with what appeared to be colored chunks of cookie dough meant to take you back to the days of yore when you would eat a few cans of play doh before being given ipicac by your mom.
Such a look.
Debbie's flavor? Coffee Toffee. I polished off the cone and it was delicious!
Now we find ourselves having arrived in Arcadia for some beach time. Jack found this pimp stick and was taking it to the beach to peel some....wait a sec. That is nothing but a baseball bat!
The Sunset Valley Resort (click-o the link-0) is just down a hill from a Scenic Overview, in a spot that cell phones go to die. But from the resort you can walk down to the beach on Lake Michigan. Last year we had Jack down around sunset. This year we let him loose. Well, sort of.
Here we have Jack modeling a look made famous by the mid-80s Elvis Costello. I am rather jealous.
This appears to be a very old dock, I have seen similar planks near Empire.
Back in the room at the crack of noon. Well. Crack of four doesn't have a nice ring does it?
Digging for change?
On the way into town to get some dinner. He had been acting tired and crashed out. Big time. He was in this position for maybe 30 minutes.
Where we got dinner, Dingheys.
After dinner Jack went and played, which you can see for yourself.
This look...
And this look are very telling.
What I did not document in pictures was the fitful, sleepless night, a combination of an overtired, overstimulated baby, an attempt at a shower that was more like waterboarding, a sweaty dad in an 80 degree room and maybe stops and starts. When we woke up this morning, after an exhausting night, we split ASAP to get home to re-establish his routine.
Here we have Jack modeling a look made famous by the mid-80s Elvis Costello. I am rather jealous.
This appears to be a very old dock, I have seen similar planks near Empire.
Back in the room at the crack of noon. Well. Crack of four doesn't have a nice ring does it?
Digging for change?
On the way into town to get some dinner. He had been acting tired and crashed out. Big time. He was in this position for maybe 30 minutes.
Where we got dinner, Dingheys. 
After dinner Jack went and played, which you can see for yourself.
This look...
And this look are very telling.
What I did not document in pictures was the fitful, sleepless night, a combination of an overtired, overstimulated baby, an attempt at a shower that was more like waterboarding, a sweaty dad in an 80 degree room and maybe stops and starts. When we woke up this morning, after an exhausting night, we split ASAP to get home to re-establish his routine. It was a nice time but we really taxed the poor little guy. Next time we do something like this we will get it right!
