Chris gets his feet wet in another Great Lake.
Chris gets his feet wet in another Great Lake.
Skipping stones into the lake.
The Lighthouse.
Roger skips a stone.
Heading down the coast, our next stop is in Frankfort.
Convenient condos if we ever want to vacation here.
We mosied on down to Manistee, via Orchard Beach Campground and lookout.
This empty lot used to hold Grandmother Dyson's (Hubbell at this point) home
where she raised 4 kids by herself after Howard Adams Hubbell (Anne's
grandfather) died in 1932. The house was already old and had no indoor plumbing.
One of Anne's father's chores was to empty the pan under the icebox that would
catch the melted ice. It was 2 stories tall and was apparently a lively
gathering spot for kids.
They were walking distance from the 5th Avenue Beach.
There is now a snack bar in a shelter house on the beach. The proprietor
was excited to learn we were related to old time residents. Her mother and
Aunt Mary had friends in common from their childhood in Manistee.
We had to go wading after lunch.
Aunt Mary couldn't negotiate the sand, but she got pretty close to the water
on the walkway.
Margie, Mother, and Anne hiked out this walkway to the lighthouse.
We had to touch the lighthouse for
luck.
And what luck! There came a freighter down the Manistee River and
heading out to the Lake.
Oddly enough, the freighter was out of Cleveland.
After watching the freighter go by, we hiked back to the kids. Alan
had created an interesting structure by this time.
And the freighter is finally out in the open water.