1129 LSD

After a few days in Lake City, we ventured north, across the Mighty Mac, to Escanaba and Grandma Betty, Grandpa Bob and Uncle Pete's welcoming arms. We tackled the car ride midday (a first) and were pleasantly surprised at Maizey's performance. Minimal fussing to report, and only about an hour of Kindle Fire time needed. We were less impressed at the picnic park options in St. Ignace - if you are looking for a nice park, don't ask the folks at Subway.

We arrived on kick-off day for the sesquicentennial , but skipped the parade and headed to Breezey Point for a perch fry. I was in h.e.a.v.e.n. and even Pete joined us!

(I'll get to more on the celebration in later posts, but want to condemn this article, which was an atrocious piece of "journalism" - and point out that Detroit News did a follow-up, using the same photos with a completely different tone... Personally, I liked this rebuttal.)

Anyhow, like I said, we were welcomed with open arms and easily fell into the gentle, lakeside life at 1129 LSD...

Maizey showcased one of her new chores for Grandma and Pete,

Heading down to Grandma's new compost pile. 

Which had a tad of a drop, compared to home. Luckily Pete was there to help deposit salad scraps. 

After chores, blueberries!

Of course, Grandma let Maizey pick the first, and only ripe berry. 

Though she was fine going for the green ones.

Then, on to the bonfire sandpit for some creating. 

Get this girl a sandbox!

And, back to the house on a Papa Gnome hunt.

 "Papa Gnommmmmmmme, where arrrrrrrre youuuu?"

Eureka!