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After lunch, we wandered on down the beach, while the wind scoured our legs with the sand. Dare I say we frolicked by and in the water? Cyn chased some seagulls. We skipped more stones, to varying degrees of success. We walked quite a way into the water, on a sandbar. We waved to an Amish couple and their kids, who seemed to be having more fun than we were, in the lake up to their knees in their traditional garb, the long dress and long pants.
After a stop at the concession stand for an ice cream bar, we set off into the woods for camp. The trail had quite a few ups and downs. I guess it is some conservation thing, where they don't want the trails going level along the side of a hill. So we went from hill top to hill top, up and down. At one point there was a sand path up a very steep hill - 45 degrees, I'd estimate. How often do you climb hills that steep? And this one was loose sand - two steps up, one step back. At the top we were treated to another spectacular view. We sat at the top for quite a whileresting enjoying the view. We sat at the northern edge of a bowl. To our east we could see the lake over some dunes. To the west was a taller dune than the one we were on. To the south, we could see far into the distance. We watched rain storms traveling across the countryside. Tree covered ridge after ridge faded from view, then emerged from the silver haze.
Our next little hike was not so strenuous. It was mostly flat, and sloped gently upwards to the ridge top. At first we couldn't see over it. Soon we saw the horizon, far in the distance. Then as we neared the edge, we saw more and more of the countryside, until we could see the tops of the trees below us. The storm had moved northward as we walked, so when we reached the edge, a rainbow was there in the east to greet us. The air was so clear, the only thing that blocked our sight was the rain itself, in the distance. We stood there for quite a while and never saw a soul.
That time on that ridge, itself, would have made the whole trip worthwhile.
After a stop at the concession stand for an ice cream bar, we set off into the woods for camp. The trail had quite a few ups and downs. I guess it is some conservation thing, where they don't want the trails going level along the side of a hill. So we went from hill top to hill top, up and down. At one point there was a sand path up a very steep hill - 45 degrees, I'd estimate. How often do you climb hills that steep? And this one was loose sand - two steps up, one step back. At the top we were treated to another spectacular view. We sat at the top for quite a while
Our next little hike was not so strenuous. It was mostly flat, and sloped gently upwards to the ridge top. At first we couldn't see over it. Soon we saw the horizon, far in the distance. Then as we neared the edge, we saw more and more of the countryside, until we could see the tops of the trees below us. The storm had moved northward as we walked, so when we reached the edge, a rainbow was there in the east to greet us. The air was so clear, the only thing that blocked our sight was the rain itself, in the distance. We stood there for quite a while and never saw a soul.
That time on that ridge, itself, would have made the whole trip worthwhile.
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Date: 2001-09-10 09:59 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2001-09-11 04:01 am (UTC)From:I agree completely! :)
thats fun!
Date: 2001-09-11 05:27 am (UTC)From:frolicking is great in the fresh outdoors....
You say the Amish looked like they were having more fun? oh dear....that can't be good...;)