I’ve been down for the count this week with the flu, which while miserable, always has the silver lining of making me appreciate the normal everyday things just that much more. For starters, my health. I think I’m pretty grateful for my health most of the time, but it really hits home when I get sick and realize just HOW important it is for, well, everything.
Another silver lining of being sick is an even deeper appreciation for our ability on the Old Mission Peninsula to step outside our door and take a walk through mind-boggling landscapes every single day. I haven’t been able to do that this week, and if you follow along on my Facebook Live posts from the OMP trails, you know how truly important that is for me – mentally, physically, spiritually, the whole ball of wax.
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So I bring you some photos today of the last time I was out on the Lighthouse Trail about a week ago. Here we are at the beginning of the trail near Mission Point Lighthouse. It was well traveled that day, so I just hiked it without snowshoes or skis.
This photo below is up in the woods a couple miles from the Lighthouse, with the snow blowing across the field there and drifting into the trail (which was NOT so well traveled, making me question my no-snowshoe decision that day). I kept hearing what sounded like a helicopter, until I realized it was Marty Lagina’s wind tower whirling madly in the wind. You can see it in the background of this photo.
And below are a few photos of West Bay – the promised land at the end of the trail. By this time, I had circled around the upper trail via the Murray trailhead, opting to take the fire road back. I was still pushing snow, as the road isn’t plowed this time of year, but no matter. I was just deliriously happy to be out there.
I should mention here that we’d just returned from a trip to the University of Michigan Hospital in Ann Arbor – an aneurysm checkup for Tim following his health crisis of three years ago. Thankfully, all is well, and the vascular surgeon who saved his life, Dr. Henke, sent us home and said, “See you in a year.” We are always so happy to hear those words.
And I was super happy to be on the trail instead of sequestered in an ICU room in Ann Arbor wondering whether my husband would live or die. Yeah, we like the OMP way better.