Wednesday, July 9, 2014


Have you been to Petoskey, Michigan? After having spent a few days camping, eating, and attending a wedding there, I've decided it's pretty great.

Next to our campground was a very adorable house with this even more adorable library:

There's a bike trail that takes you along the lake.

There's some cute and tasty restaurants, the American Spoon Cafe, for instance.

Here's the smoked whitefish Benedict I did not regret ordering--it's hard to turn down whitefish when you're in northern Michigan.

Here are some more shots (mostly of the lake I may or may not be missing dearly):

Even their drinking fountains are pretty.

After all our wedding duties were done, we found ourselves with some free time...something we don't normally experience when we're in Michigan.

We will be back, Petoskey.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

So Much Michigan

Last weekend, we drove to Michigan for a wedding, camping one night in the mosquito-filled Rhinelander, Wisconsin, and camping three more nights in the adorable Petoskey, Michigan.

It rained a lot, but that made for some pretty travelling.

I still haven't gone through all of the photos--somehow I took over 300.

We did see a lot of deer on our misty morning drive through northern Wisconsin.

Thankfully, when we returned, our flowers were still alive. Good thing we bought succulents.

We added a bird bath in hopes of attracting more visitors, but I haven't seen a single bird stop by.

Joe's back to work, and I'm getting ready to fly back to Michigan on Monday for an interview. This will be the third visit in a month. Are you sick of me yet, Michigan?

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Bike Views

Look what's happening out on our balcony. Color! Life! We didn't have any personal outdoor space in Spokane, and now that have this tiny rectangle, it's hard not to overload it with flowers, fruits, and veggies. I made myself be reasonable and allowed just one pot of flowers. 

Last night Joe and I finally hit a bike trail together. It's the first time since we've moved to Minnesota. 

We meandered through the curves and small hills of the Bunker Hills Regional Park trails.

We just started when we ran into this big ol' guy hobbling down the bike path.

One woman had a small dog on a leash, and as we turned the corner, I thought she had a second dog off a leash. Turns out it was just the biggest turtle I've ever seen. 

Here he is slowly making his way across the bike path, claws scraping loudly against the ground.

I love those chunky back legs. Eventually we stopped gawking and moved on.

The path took us over Bunker Hill Lake, which is really more of a wetland.

There was still plenty of water to move the suspended path as we crossed it--creepy.

Evening is really the best time for a bike ride.

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