Escape was necessary, as they say;
‘Cause Covid and distancing forced us that way.
“To the North!” we said, where we were born and raised;
One state to the West, but equally praised.
Twas Michigan then and Wisconsin now;
Both shaded with the white pine bough.
The temps were warm, but the water was cool;
Lakes always welcome over a pool.
We visited, we swam, we ate, and we hiked;
We sounded the waters for panfish and pike.
Eagles, ospreys, raccoons, and bear;
Snappers, muskrats, beaver, and deer.
Cathy's Ice Cream and the Red Canoe;
The only places that changed our view.
Books were read and pictures taken;
Visions and people unforsaken.
Parents, siblings, spouses and kids;
Needles, pine cones, leaves, and twigs.
Cabins rented, prepped, and nestled;
Balance and calm to what’s been disheveled.
To the call we had each responded;
Hugs and tears as we all rebonded.
Family adventures in the wild;
Our money’s worth for every man, woman, child.
Within scenery created by God’s own design;
Memories made at Whispering Pine.
See you along The Way...
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PHOTO ALBUM
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| Our Entire Family - Three Generations |
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| Dad And Mom With My Sisters And Me |
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| Karen, Becky, and Me |
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| Our Family of: Jodi, Emeris, and Todd With Cindy & Me |
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| Cindy And Her Stringer Of Panfish |
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| A 26" Pike That I Caught On The Last Evening |
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| Sunrise |
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| Sunset |
