A Summer Drive Along the Michigan Shore
A summer drive along the Michigan shore today, following the road as it hugged the water. The wind was up on the big lake — whitecaps most of the way, even with the sky completely clear.
First stop was a bluff above the highway where you could see the breakwater and its little red-topped light out in the bay. Further along we pulled off near a marina, the long pier stretching out past the docked sailboats toward the breakwall.
The water kept changing color as we went — deep blue out in the open, then that pale green over the shallows in the smaller bays. Stopped at one where the sailboats sat on their moorings, dinghies tied along a wooden dock, everything rocking a little in the chop. A single dark-hulled sailboat sat anchored off a beach lined with big old cottages, sail furled, not going anywhere.
Never really had a destination. The road was the point.