The end of summer brought its bounty, after a long and very difficult few months on the West side of Michigan. Liz and I took a trip back to Frankfort and explore the area once again. There is nothing like it, and the stories and memories get swallowed and carried away by the waves, held by the lake 'till the next return. That is the nature of love, it is a shared experience.
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| Swell on the Frankfort Pier. |
We spent two nights on S. Manitou Island on our transition into Leland to meet my parents and brother for what would be for me, another week in the Leelenau. I drove Liz back home and in the same day completed the ride back to Leland to hang out with my folks. There were no complaints about being there, but in the entire two weeks, I had only gotten one kite session in (the last morning on S. Manitou). Finally, on the last evening in Leland, the wind cranked out of the North, and I got everything that I had waited for, waves, warm winds and a sunset to match. This area holds it's secrets tight, and the only way to be let in is to believe in its uniqueness. Thank you again Lake Michigan!
