Life at the Lake House

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Every day at the lake house has been the same. We sleep late and awaken to an overcast and drippy morning. We have coffee and breakfast on the porch if the mosquitoes are busy elsewhere. We go somewhere just to get away. We eat out. We return to the lake house and stay up until the wee hours of the following morning.

We have ventured into the quaint village. It is a town the size of my fist with several restaurants, a dollar store, a grocery store, and several beach-themed tourist trap shops. For the most part, the merchants are open in the summer months and closed in the winter where they return to Chicago to wait for summer. Then they return and open up their shops. I suppose it's a nice life.

We have had breakfast, lunch, and dinner at almost every restaurant in town. We have purchased items from the tourist traps. We have brought home junk from the dollar store. We made it to the beach one evening after the rain had passed. The girls walked the shoreline and collected rocks and goodies. Susan and I sat in the sand and enjoyed the sunset while watching two teenagers bury their friend up to his neck in the sand. When they were done they stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Entertainment in Michigan.

One afternoon we drove into Michigan City and spent the day shopping at the outlets. We had a nice lunch at an Irish pub and an even better dinner later that evening.

On our last day, we forced ourselves out of bed, packed our swim bags and headed down the road a few miles to Warren Dunes State Park. There we swam in Lake Michigan, sunbathed under the elusive sun, picnicked at the eatery, and climbed (or attempted to) Tower Hill, the highest point in the park at 240 feet above the lake.

It was a nice day and a nice way to end the week in Michigan.