Today, I give you one recipe for a restorative June weekend that resulted in people asking me why I was “glowing” today: 28 hours on a favorite Great Lakes island.
The Most Perfect Week
I should hasten to add, this past weekend did follow The Most Perfect Week. Wednesday brought both of my dear, dear daughters and the most wonderful grand-baby in town for an”over-the-top” launch of my book facilitated by Wayne State University Press at the Dossin Great Lakes Museum. On the Great Lakes Basin island of Belle Isle, those in attendance watched the Detroit River flowed past the room’s wall of windows. (Take a peek from the wild side!)
A lot of excitement! A lot of love and celebration! A lot of exclamation points!
When Thursday dawned, the departure of our younger daughter back to Denver, followed by the Friday departure of our elder daughter and grand-baby back to Durham felt all too, too soon.
The Most Perfect Week’s End
So Saturday morning, my husband and I got up and aimed our car south, back to the river. To and through Detroit. Into the tunnel, under the river, across the Canada-U.S. Border, and through Canadian Customs (something similar to “Over the River and Through the Woods” if we could just get the tune right).
Through Windsor to Highway 3, toward Lake Erie, by way of Leamington, the usual route this time of year. But today, the southwest wind was at 18 knots and Capt. Harvey had decided better to dock and depart from Kingsville, so back to Kingsville we drove.
Then off to Pelee Island on the 10:00 a.m. ferry on a beautiful Saturday morning! Islands, they’re where I go for freedom, solace, relaxation. But more than that, I’ve come to discover that islands are particularly useful for keeping me in the here and now. (In the featured photo atop this posting, you’ll see my husband and me, reflected, departing for the here and now via the M.V. Jiimaan.)
First Saturday’s island work . . .
Grass to cut (him) and the beach to clean (me) . . .
. . . Trees to trim and brush to burn (both of us).
Finally, a sunset to watch . . .
Then the island pleasure continued
That would be a Sunday Drive around the island, stopping where we pleased.