This story comes to us from Alex of Midland, MI. His story is called “A Great Lakes Family Diversion.”
One hot summer day in late summer, my family and I decided that we would go up to the U.P. to do some serious beaching on the sandy shores of Lake Michigan. We drove for about 45 minutes, and crossed the Mackinac Bridge. The view up there was incredible. I could see for miles and miles. Four hundred foot long freighters were pushing themselves back and forth across the cool, crisp water. Once we were in St. Ignace, we proceeded west along US 2. Dad drove and drove along the scenic highway until we reached a small river. We pulled over and parked our car. There were other cars, but they were all at least ¼ mile away. I took the buckets and shovels, and others took the cooler, the towels, chairs, and all other necessary beach items. Pushing through the brush was challenging, but worth it when we saw the Lake Michigan and the nearly empty beach. We waded through the river, only waist-deep at best, and took root over by where the sand lay dry and clean. First order of business, eat! After that, swim. We soon remembered the river, and started exploring. Andrew, (my little brother), made an alternate channel for the river to take, but the current kept filling the channel with new sand. Dad and his geologic knowledge soon found a solution – build an island at the right place and it will divert some of the flow to keeping the new channel clean. It worked! Well, for the most part. In the course of several hours, the island grew into a retaining wall, and all of the water was diverted into the small channel. This time, the power of the water actually eroded the sand, rather than depositing more. As dinner time was growing near, we were forced to leave in search of food. So, we packed our things and walked past the river in the ankle-deep channel. Our car was waiting, and we all piled in. Dad drove and Mom was looking for pasty places. We finally stopped to eat the signature food of Northern Michigan at a park overlooking the water. The sight of our family cottage at the end of a well-spent day was a welcome one, and we leapt in the door, and dove into our awaiting beds, all nice and comfy. Come next morning, we wondered if our little dam had held through the night and raging thunderstorm. We never found out, for there was another great day awaiting, this time on our powerboat.
Thank you very much, Alex, for sharing this story with us.