Last Friday, hot, humid weather promised to keep me cooped up in the house for most of the day, so I decided to seek some relief at Port Huron.
The linear park which runs under the Bluewater Bridge offers a great view of Lake Huron and the St. Claire River, and there is almost always a cooling breeze there.
It is always a thrill to see the big freighters make their careful way from Lake into the narrow confines of the river.
I think this guy was hoping for a handout from me, but I didn’t pack a lunch, so he was out of luck!
The bridge is well named, as the water here really is this blue. The cooling breeze did not disappoint, and I enjoyed a nice, leisurely walk. Much as I appreciate my air conditioning at home, I would much rather be outside enjoying the sunshine than cooped up indoors. It was well worth the drive.
I just can’t bring myself to post yet more snow pictures, so I dug back in my Archives to find some scenes from a trip my daughter and I took to Utah in April 2014.
As a child I loved John Wayne westerns (still do) and have always longed to ride a horse across the desert. Our stay at Red Cliffs Lodge near Moab gave us the opportunity to do just that, and it was everything I had hoped for!
Going through these photos I can almost feel the hot sun on my skin, which helps to lift my spirits on this cold, snowy day!
Spent a pleasant weekend in Canada with my daughter and family, and on Saturday we took the Go Train into Toronto to the new Aquarium.
I was unwilling to carry my bulky camera, so made do with my cell-phone, and was quite impressed with some of the shots.
This was as close as I would ever care to be to a Great White Shark!
A short walk took us from the Aquarium to the Royal York Hotel for a delicious lunch.
A very pleasant way to spend a rather damp and foggy morning.
The weather gods smiled on us for most of the Memorial Day weekend. I was feeling a little down, so I decided to ignore the many outside chores awaiting me and drove out to Port Huron to enjoy the lake and the sunshine.
Took a pleasant stroll under the bridge, then found my way to the Fort Gratiot Lighthouse. It was built in 1829 and is the oldest operating lighthouse in Michigan. It was built to help guide ships through the entrance to the St. Clair River.
The lighthouse eventually required two keepers and the brick duplex was added around 1880 to house the keepers and their families.
By three o’clock, clouds started to move in threatening rain, so I headed home. The chores were still waiting, but I was glad I had taken some time to relax and enjoy the day.
We enjoyed a visit from some out-of-town friends a couple of weeks ago. Sue and I went to school together in England, and by one of those odd coincidences, she met and married an American, and moved to the U.S. a few years after I did. She lives near Chicago, and we don’t get to see each other as often as we would like, so this visit was a very special treat.
Because it is one of our favorite day trips, we took Sue and her husband to Port Huron and although the weather was less than perfect, we spent a pleasant time there, and I found some photo ops which I missed on my last visit.
Summer always seems to go by too quickly, and this year it seems to be just flying. Last week I decided I needed to take a break and just enjoy a lovely sunny day, so I headed for the Bluewater Bridge in Port Huron.
It was such a treat to just sit for a while, watching the sailboats and an occasional ore carrier out on the impossibly blue Lake Huron.
On the way home, I came across this lovely old barn. I have passed it many times before, but this time, I took the time to stop and take some photos.
Because I confine my gardening efforts to containers, I don’t usually grow vegetables, but this year I planted some pole beans in a large pot next to the deck. It has been fun to watch the tiny beans begin to form, and we have already enjoyed a couple of meals from them. There is something so satisfying about harvesting a vegetable immediately before cooking it.
When we first arrived in Utah, we were surprised to see, off in the distance, some snow-capped mountains. We learned that this is the La Sal range, which is part of the Manti-La Sal National Forest and the southern Rocky Mountains.One afternoon, my daughter and I set off to see if we could get a closer look at them. We found a side road which looked like it headed in the right direction and set off to see what we could find. The road did bring us closer and I was able to get some nice photos, at which point we were faced with the choice of going back the way we had come, or following a scenic loop back to Moab. We assumed the loop would take us around the mountains, and by the time we realized it actually went over them, it was too late to turn back.
The road was narrow and winding with no guard rails and edges which crumbled away to sheer drop-offs and we were absolutely terrified! The views were stunning, but we were both too frightened to look at them, and we weren’t stopping to take any photos. I was reduced to grabbing a couple of shots through the windshield of the car, as we crept slowly along.
When the road finally began to level off, and we were able to take a deep breath and dry our sweaty palms, we came upon some Mule Deer, which were kind enough to pose for us.
Once we were safely back at the Lodge, we were glad for what we had experienced on that hair-raising drive, but we see no reason to do it again – ever! 🙂
There had been rain in the Moab area before we arrived. The Colorado River was swollen, and we came across a surprisingly wide variety of flowers on our hikes.I am amazed at the toughness and persistence of these delicate looking blooms, which seem to thrive in such harsh conditions.I wish the flowers I try, (often unsuccessfully) to grow at home would thrive so well! 🙂
I was quite pleased with the photos I took. Considering they were taken with a point-and-shoot camera from the back of a moving horse, they came out quite well! 🙂Our young guide, Devon, did an excellent job of leading us through some difficult and challenging trails. The horses they use for this ride are born and raised here, so they are used to picking their way carefully through steep and rocky terrain. My own horse, I am sure would have tripped and fallen flat on her face as soon as we left the corral!The ride lasted about two hours, and I was only a little sorry when it ended. The scenery was just breathtaking, but my seat bones and knees were starting to protest, especially on the steep down and uphill parts of the trail. Health issues and bad weather have kept me off my horse for many months, so I am sadly out of shape!
Excited to get back to the blog after our trip to Utah. My daughter and I visited the Moab area two years ago, and enjoyed it so much, we just had to go again. It was wonderful to soak up some sun after the long and difficult Winter we have had.
Hiking with my daughter was no walk in the park! Not only is she 23 years younger than I am, but she runs triathlons and is therefore much fitter. This added to the difference in altitude left me winded and exhausted on a number of occasions! But we sure got to enjoy some marvelous scenery.
With over 200 photos taken while we were away, it is hard to choose which ones to post on the blog, but these will do for now! More later! 🙂