Miner’s Ledge, Pictured Rocks, Lake Superior
The cold crystal waters of Superior framed by the north woods. I love the Great Lakes and had the pleasure to paddle Superior’s Painted Rocks and camp on Grand Island before the rash of tourist attractions detracted from it’s beauty. It was calm on this day.
Ice-Water mansion? From Gordon Lightfoot’s song, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. I love my Lakes but they will rise up and take you, leaving nothing but memories for your loved ones.
Edit: Below is a link to a tribute to Captain McSorely and his crew of the Edmund Fitzgerald. It makes grown men cry and fills you with respect for the power of Superior and the seamen who work on her:
Port Washington, Wisconsin South Pier Head Light, seen from under the singularly designed North Pier Head Light:
Two weeks ago we raced across Lake Michigan from Muskegon, Michigan to Port Washington, Wisconsin as part of the 30th Annual Clipper Cup Race, a distance of 66.9 miles. It is a lovely port and their North Pier Head Light is, I believe, the only Art Deco style lighthouse on Lake Michigan.
Just as on our side of Lake Michigan pier walking to enjoy the sunset from a lighthouse is a popular pastime for tourists and locals.
I am late with last week’s challenge. I didn’t know whether to go with Monarch Butterflies or with bees. They are Earth’s delight and we are killing them in my life time. I spent a sun filled fall day chasing the last few around our asters last fall. I can grow anything but my milkweed patch died.
The man at the helm is the owner of Chicken Soup, a sweet, fleet Lindenberg 26. The race is the 9th Annual Harbor Hospice Regatta at Muskegon Yacht Club the first Saturday of August. More On Race Here .
This was Dr. Kantor’s final official race and he went out all joy and love of the sport. Here’s to you, Mort, we owe you so much, Thank You!
Wabaningo Post Office
The slap of screen doors and the smell of lake; Michigan is full of such magical summer places and Wabaningo Post Office is one of the more evocative places. It stands on a sandy spit of land between White Lake and Lake Michigan and is accessed by boat or car or, more often, by sandaled feet.
Below; Postmaster Sharon Wendall stands on the porch of the Wabaningo Post Office.
The post office is part of the Sylvan Beach Association and the position of postmaster is a job share, with 2 people trained by the U.S.P.S. but paid by the Association. It is open during the height of summer season from June 15th through September 15th and provides many services to the seasonal cottage owners.
Below, a notice for a pot luck supper is posted on the side of the building, and, on the right is the flower box that Postmaster Wendall cares for when she is on duty every other week.
Wabaningo Post Office was established in 1897 and the story is it is named after a local Ottawa chief. It serves multiple functions; part keeper of Sylvan records and history, meeting place, notice board, and lending library amongst others.
Bellow; the lending library and closeup of the letter boxes which are rented for 29$ a season.
The Postmaster on duty for the week picks up the mail in Montague, on the North side of White Lake, carries it to Wabaningo and sorts it there. Even heavier packages from Amazon are toted out to the small one room station. At the end of the day the Postmaster drops off outgoing mail at the Post Office on the South side of the lake in Whitehall. With multiple views of White Lake and a cool breeze I’m told that in spite of any heavy lifting the job is quite blissful and serene.
Along the White Lake wall of the office there is a display of every association president since Sylvan Beach’s inception in 1897.
Below is a closeup of the first two Presidents.
One can peruse message boards, look through a photograph album of past association barbecues and parties, or pick up flyers on everything from fishing to local museums:
This lovely post office is on the road that leads out to the White River Light Station and if you are lucky you can stop in, pickup some flyers, stamps or send a letter from one of the more unique places in West Michigan, Wabaningo Post Office Station 49463.
This is what my morning looked like today, August 5th. I helped with the youth regatta.
“And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.” The original is something obscene like 11,000 X 3000 pixels. This was cut down significantly. You are seeing a very small part of the total number of boats. It was a glorious morning and a perfect day.