Our plan for Saturday was to take a break from heavy driving and hang out with our old friends. Well, not OLD old, but just in the sense that we'd known them for a while. I mean, they are older than me, but it's all relative anyway, and...
Ahem. Let's try this again.
Our friends suggested that we spend the day at one of their favorite spots, the town of St. Joseph, Michigan. Nearby was a small beach on Lake Michigan known as
Silver Beach. Ever since Tom and Cathy had moved to South Bend, they'd been spending summer days lounging by the lake. Sounded great to us.
The only problem was, the weather was calling for overcast skies and a 60% chance of rain. Tom and Cathy's neighbors had been planning on joining us for the day, but they backed out when they saw that forecast. We debated internally for a few minutes before deciding to press on. After all, in our quest for the 50 states, our kids still needed to collect Michigan. And when would we be this close again? It's like the saying goes: "Anytime you get the chance to go to Michigan, you've got to take it."
Ok, nobody actually says that. But it beat sitting around the house all day. And if you're going to get soaked, you might as well have your bathing suit on, right? So, we headed north.
I'm so glad we crossed into Pure Michigan. Artificial Michigan would have been a let-down.
Before long, we were pulling into the parking lot at Silver Beach. Between the weather and our morning arrival, we were able to park just a short walk away from the sand. The sky was...iffy. But so far, we'd managed to avoid rain. You'd think with 4 adults and 5 kids, we'd be able to haul every chair, cooler, umbrella, beach toy, towel, ball, etc. down in one trip, but I believe we had to go back for a second trip.
I've been suffering from plantar fasciitis all summer, which makes it very painful to walk. Before the trip, Julie had found some orthotic inserts that were very thin, and bought them for me to try in my beach sandals, thinking I'd be able to walk in them without pain. It was a noble effort, but the sand ended up getting into my sandals and causing the inserts to keep sliding around. By the time I got to our spot on the beach, I had half an insert hanging out the back of each sandal.
The skies were gray, but the rain was holding off, and it felt warm enough to test the water. The winds from the storms to the west were actually whipping up some waves in the lake, and they were thundering ashore with regularity. I'd say they got up to 2.5-feet high, easily.
Ok, so maybe we East Coast folk are a little jaded. But the water felt good, anyway.
I stood back and hung out with the adults while the kids played for a while. But eventually they begged me to come out and swim with them. I wasn't sure if swimming in Lake Michigan would have any
long-term health effects, but the kids convinced me with a very convincing argument. They kept saying, "Please? Pleeeeease? Please come out with us? PLEASE!! Pleeease?" every 30 seconds until I relented. How can you argue with that logic?
I basically had to sit down on the lake bottom in order to get wet, but the kids were happy. Then Sarah asked me to "ride some waves in" with her. The crest of the waves were barely up to my thighs. How exactly do I ride them in?
The force of the storm was at its peak, and the fury of the relentless waves showed no mercy. Yet I perservered, refusing to allow the merciless sea to defeat me as it had so many others.
I made Sarah happy by doing this. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
As it turned out, the rain held off all day. We had chosen...wisely. The kids were having a blast.
After our standard lunch of PB&J and cheeseballs (in a nice setting, of course), we got to check out the nearby playground on the beach.
We spent a couple more hours on the beach, well into mid-afternoon. We started to think about heading back to South Bend. But first, we had to get rid of all that beach sand. As it turned out, St. Joseph had a perfect place to do this: a newly built splash park.
I have no idea if you're technically supposed to wash your sand off here (probably not), but I'm betting the vast majority of visitors do just that. It's convenient to the beach and a lot more fun than the standard public cold showers in the bathrooms. They have little jets that shoot out from the concrete floor, similar to those you find at WDW. Every so often, the jets turn off and the huge water cannons you see in the picture above start to rain water on everyone. This proved to be a big hit with the kids.
Wouldn't you know it? A big bully showed up and started harassing poor Scotty.
Scotty was undeterred, however. He concentrated on his duty of making sure he got every single inch of himself clean.
Uh oh. This became a trend.
So what do you think of the beach and splash park, Dave?
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