Picked up Gregory at Burns Harbor just past sunrise....grabbed Bobby D's stuff he left behind in Da Haven, along with the "motherload" of the bestest blueberries in the world at DeGrandchamps.....red, white and green burrito from Julia's cafe....Fruitvale exit, and Bob's Smokehouse for steelhead, whitefish, and MI microbrews.....backroads to the honey hole, light.....onward thru the countryside orchards to the "shady grove", almost enough....past the cherry stop, gazing at the lavendar pinwheel (oh how sweet they smell when crushed in your hands)....past the Whippy Dip, dunes blazing in the hot sun....over the stream and to the Mecca to meet my bros.....OH YEAH, BIG T and CO. lit on 9m's......drop off a few stix for the boyz to ride.....back to the "shady grove" with Shocktop, 11m and 9m....zipping the coastline, making lines, sipping sunshine, slapping hands.....scenic tree covered hills of sand hugging the BIG LAKE drifting back into the haze as we head to the lighthouse....BAM, we hit the sweet spot, wind's a crankin', kites like butterflies greeting our arrival.....obe's await our thirst, we quench with another just for good measure....Big T, Blueberry, TG, and Jimbo boosting high to hoots and hollers....we gather and decide to zip it again together.....piled high with gear and packed like sardines, the Kzoo kid drives Bobby D's pickup through the forest on a one lane sand road with the hanging branches that make a tunnel for the runaway roller coaster.....we greet the trees with smiles and leave only a trail of dust and laughter that echoes through the years....into the "shady grove" we arrive, and pump 'em up to zig-zag once again.....six friends bound together by the thermal magic, down the coastline ribboned with sand....arching kites dancing in the skies, criss-crossing each other as they fly by the mystified "beachfolk".....BAM, the fan hits HI, and the lighthouse beckons.....tacking out into the cold waters, miles from shore, as the red sun flirts with the glistening waters on the horizon.....a few hops in appreciation for the day bestowed, the buddies' reward for the faith inherent.....coldies around as we drop the kites and the sun disappears out of sight, the lighthouse has taken over the night as we give thanks for the thermal's might....smoked fishes and cheese, and Shorts all around....the milky way and the dipper shimmering bright, before the firelight and the moon take over the night.....streamside with the sound of Ol' Mother Michigan's snore, that resonates through the white pine stretching far above my head....
PURE MICHIGAN!!!!!!!!!!
....a belated thanks to the "back-road" directions scribbled on a napkin that Noah gave Jimbo sometime ago: it has stoked a desire to travel every single road (sand, single-lane, gravel or otherwise) that travels through the incredible orchards, farmyards, thickets, and fields that surround the area we know as the MECCA!!!
do yourself a favor sometime and enjoy the "south haven summer special" (a foam capped glass of Oberon with a handful of blueberries floating on top)!!!!!!!!!!
remember that there is more fun in kiting than just the kiting; enjoy the journey and not just the destination........
