Sojourn to Northern Wisconsin

Going back home is always nostalgic. 

You don't go back just physically, but the trip becomes a step-back through memories. 

My husband's family settled in Kewaunee County, Wisconsin back in the 1850's 

when the land was covered with hardwood forest, 

and farming meant clearing the land, building a cabin, and then farm for a living.

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 Early Saturday morning..I tried to catch the sunrise over Lake Michigan out the door. 

Imagine, the soft sounds of the gentle waves lapping at the beach.

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The beach is groomed each morning, I'm sure the gulls watch in amusement.

 Far in the distance is the Algoma lighthouse which must have 

received a new coat of red paint this year.

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This shot is a mile and a quarter away South of the lighthouse.

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Walking along the beach, you never know what you will find. 

 Here are Lichens and Moss---at least six different types.

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Further South, I looked back.

 It was a warm day, a brisk wind and steady waves rolling in.

 The stones are all smooth from being tossed by the waves and easy to walk on.

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The path began to narrow, and the ledges of sand were a bit unsafe. I went as far as I could.

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Looking back, I wasn't the only one on the beach.

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The  soft tones of an almost lavender blue sky, the blue greens of the lake, growing into turquoise then to a mossy green, waves rolling onto the sand and rocks. 

The subtlety took my breath away.

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Some refuse strewn the shore, from branches and rocks,
but mostly natural items. I saw very little evidence of man. 

Lake Michigan has improved in water quality and from no dumping policies.

I never even found a piece of beach glass. 

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A small cedar tree struggles to maintain a foothold along the path. 

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 The tiniest ladybug was content to sun herself on a leaf.

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A rusty maple leaf, from where I don't know, lay on the beach.

Its sharp points a contrast among all the rounded stones. 

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The small pink tab was the only evidence of man I saw on this entire stretch of beach in three days.  

I did see several Monarch Butterflies resting on the rocks, some at the end of their short lives. 

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 The constant roll of the waves, reminds you of your own mortality, as they will keep coming in...generation after generation, long after you are gone.

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 Algoma in the distance; the entire town stretching to the photographic red lighthouse.

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Sunrise our last morning.  

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My husband standing where seven generations of his family have lived, 

and probably where they watched many sunrises on

beautiful Lake Michigan.

A month ago, the sixth and seventh generations, our son and his daughter

 played in the water on this very beach. 

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Generations and generations of waves.

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Algoma, Wisconsin September 2015

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Sandi