The kite-wreck tour

One of the several things Bruce in particular likes to do when we are in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula is fly kites on the north edge of Lake Michigan. Our first day there was beautiful, if a bit gusty and so, right after breakfast that is what he did. Or tried to do. He lost the one, his favorite, in the photo on the right within five minutes. Up about 20′, and the line snapped and it floated down into the bay never to be seen again… well, by us anyway.

We packed two kites in amongst all the yarn, clothing, food, and yarn (crocheting eats yarn — what can I say? — fortunately yarn is nigh unto infinitely packable), so there was more kite-flying to do. However, for the next hour or so, Bruce searched for his favorite kite, now resting somewhere on the bottom of the bay near the rocky shoreline. Over the next week he and Kate would go out periodically and look to see if it had washed up. One still-water evening he had her man the oars of the rowboat whilst he peered into the waters below, and on a still morning he took out a kayak and looked again himself, wandering further and further from where the kite went down. No luck.

It may spend a year in the lake before washing to shore somewhere nearby or not like so much flotsam in the spring. Which is sad, but the way of things.

On a lighter note, plans for a future kite-wreck tour in a glass-bottom kayak kept us amused throughout our time away. We may have been influenced in that direction by Munising’s Shipwreck Tours on Lake Superior, one of our planned activities in the UP from which come the photos below. We will have to lose more kites to make the venture worthwhile. And then, you know, learn where they are.

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About pattiblaine

Raised under the name of Snyder in the upstate NY town of Vestal, I've worked as a typesetter, a fast food salad bar tender, an art reviewer, a waitress, a part-time nanny, and a very-bad-with-phones temp. Once upon a time I was all-but-thesis toward a Masters in Art History. Now I'm just a mom with a lot of fiber squirreled away throughout the house. We call it insulation. In 2013 I completed a life-long learning program at Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School, and am a postulant toward the diaconate in the Episcopal Diocese of Rochester, NY. In addition to coordinating volunteers for the soup kitchen, I volunteer as a tutor at a deeply impoverished city elementary school, and am a docent at the Memorial Art Gallery.
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