Blogging our recent US trip day by day, a month after the event.

13th November – Michigan

Lake MichiganSuch a stormy morning that… wait, no. Not stormy. WINDY. High white waves stroked Lake Michigan. Barb drove Mary and me to her church, whish was, well, churchy. Clearly there was a strong sense of community here, from our chat with a feller there doing some maintenance work top the table of Christmassy craftworks.

From there we pootled over to Manistee again to check out the effects if the winds on the Manistee lightsshore and OMFG, pardon my French! The waves were incredible, smashing the piers and the shore. Spray flew everywhere, but most disconcertingly the air was filled with horizontal, wind-driven sand. Mary, sensibly, returned quickly to the haven of the car while I got sandblasted taking a few photographs, despite the protection of my beard power.

Foody tree decorationsThence, skin “refreshed”, to a few shops, where I bought a Frankfort T-shirt and baseball cap and therefore looked exactly like an American guy, which is what they call us blokes over there. We saw tree decorations which perfectly embodies the US spirit of Christmas (see right). The shopkeepers, without fail, were friendly and attentive and asked me what the hell kind of accent I had.

Finally home, steering around the largest piles of leaves known to mankind, which were rapidly being redistributed by the wind out of their assigned pileage. Quite why they feel the need to build mountains out of autumn is beyond me, unless the whole town comes out at noon for a massive leaf-kicking festival. Actually, now I’ve said that I want to go to one. Leaf-Fest.

FireballA relaxing afternoon followed watching odd American birds visiting Jamie’s nuts – bluejays, mourning doves, sparrows (yes I know shut up). Barb’s nephews arrived for a hunting visit. They (a) cooked venison over the fire and (b) were gobsmacked by the existence of jelly babies. We drank Fireball Cinnamon Whisky which sounds disgusting, but persuades you that it isn’t the more you drink.

“They make candy babies and people EAT them? Sheesh, your country’s crazy.”



About wombat37

A Yorkshireman in the green hills of Lancashire, UK Not a real wombat, obviously, or typing would become an issue. I do have short legs and a hairy nose, however. Oh, & a distinctive smell.

Posted on December 14, 2015, in #WOMBATSDOAMERICA, America, Manistee, Michigan. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Vivian Lang Hargrave

    I do so love your view of things.


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