I didn’t realize how badly I needed a vacation — a real, genuine red blooded, American vacation — until I found myself sitting in a chair on the beach in Grand Haven State Park with the sun beating down on me, warm breeze blowing in off Lake Michigan and the sound of waves rolling into the shore.
It was at this moment I smiled and said, “This is the kind of relaxation I’ve needed for months.”
I love being on the west side of the state. There’s so much to do and other than fighting with the vacation traffic, the stress isn’t overwhelming. In fact, it’s almost non-existent here. Our first day here was spent at the beach and despite the frigid Great Lake water, my son, Sam, and I had a good time splashing around throwing a ball and a Frisbee.
Anita and I also enjoyed lounging by the water, watching Sam and the boats sailing by. I came to the conclusion I’d love to own a boat, but would probably have a hard time getting my money’s worth out of it. Boats of all shapes and sizes — I was fascinated by the way people can just pilot their boat to a spot, throw in an anchor and spend the day swimming from it, entertaining guests or fishing.
Speaking of fishing, on day two Sam and I did a little fishing near the cottage we were staying at. I am fine with casting in a line and letting it sit until it gets a bite. Sam, however, needs immediate satisfaction — there needs to be at least nibbles at his bait to keep his interest. Still, just being able to walk a short distance from where we were staying and to cast a line in the water was fun. I’m sure with some more time and effort this week, Sam and I will catch some descent fish.
Another highlight these first few days in Grand Haven was a trolley car tour of the town. We learned that there are nine bodies buried in the town’s Central Park, which was originally a cemetery before the bodies were all moved to a bigger cemetery more than 100 years ago. Somehow, nine bodies were unclaimed and lie in unmarked graves under what is now the park. The tour also took us past some of the oldest homes in the town and some built from kits bought from the Sears & Roebuck catalog. Yes, apparently you could buy a modest home from Sears and have it delivered in pieces to be picked up at the rail yard and transported to your property where you could build it yourself.
Sorry, I’ll take a nice place built by a contractor, not a do-it-yourselfer. So now three days into my vacation I am relaxed and ready to enjoy the rest of the week. I’ll have to offer an update on our trip when I get back. That is if I decide to come back and return to the “old grind.” email@example.com