|The green arrow shows where we love camping.|
|There is a secret spot along the beach FILLED with petoskey stones. For those unfamiliar with the Awesome Mitten, the Petoskey stone is a kind of fossilized coral, and it's pretty rare everywhere except northern Michigan.|
During the evenings, I set up the camera to take some long-exposure shots of the stars. My lens is great for bright, outdoor photography (sports, nature, etc.), but it's not the best for really dim stuff. Hence the grain from having to jack up the ISO. My apologies. Maybe someday I'll invest in a nicer lens and get some really cool shots. Until then, you're stuck with these:
While setting the camera up for the star lapse shots, I noticed some cool lights to the north. Maybe some of you have heard of the Aurora Borealis, but most people know them as the Northern Lights:
Not bad, for not even being in the Upper Peninsula. Normally, I never even see much of them unless I'm in Canada. It was definitely worth the slight loss of sleep, and the lapse turned out pretty cool. Again, more on that later.
As I explained in my last post, we woke up the last morning to a flat tire. Not cool, but surmountable. After we got that whole fiasco taken care of, we bummed around Traverse City for a bit, pleasantly surprised by a lack of parking because the Cherry Festival was in full swing! We didn't even know it was going on, so it was pretty fun. We got some incredible smoothie / cookie / coffee drinks from Espresso Bay Juice Island, and they were delicious. It wasn't until we were on our way out of town that I realized I hadn't taken a single picture while we were there. Ridiculous. Sorry, A.
On our drive home, we nearly made a life-changing decision to get another dog. Well, Wife almost decided to get another dog - a Toy Poodle puppy, to be exact. There was a stand of them by the side of the road. Wife always wants to pet the puppies, and I thought this would be just like any other time. Wrong. The puppy was awesomely cute, as you can see below. However, I will be leaving for med school in about a month, so the decision was really hers. Whether or not she could devote the time to training it and all that. We will be sending Naiya (our current pupper) to live with my mom and stepdad because A.) I can't take her where I'm going (Wife's relatives' basement), and B.) Naiya needs too much exercise, and Wife probably wouldn't be able to handle it with her schedule. With a smaller dog, Wife would still have a companion (aside from her roommate) to spend time with, it could use puppy pads once a week when wife is out for 9 hours on clinicals, and (being smaller) it wouldn't need as much exercise as Naiya currently needs. Plus, Wife has wanted a teeny dog she can "carry in a bag" for years.
After about two hours of thoughtful consideration, mental budgeting, and unabashed hemming and hawing, I told Wife it was her choice. She could do it, and I would support her in it. Either way, it was up to her. She ended up deciding to wait a year. She definitely wants a puppy of her own to train and have look up to her, but it would probably be too much while we're separated. It was a tough decision. You probably won't understand how tough unless you see the pics though, so here they are:
|She told me later she would have named it Lucy.|
I normally have this thing against dogs with people names,
but I think I would have made an exception...
Once we got back home, Wife and I unpacked like a team of professional mercenaries taking out the enemy. Calm, cool efficiency was the name of the game, working like a well-oiled machine that gets the job done, then spits out cliche phrases when describing it later. After unpacking, I whipped up this meal in less than twenty minutes while she finished the laundry:
|Fourteen sausages, six eggs, nine miniature pancakes, fresh blueberries, toast, syrup, butter, and orange juice.|
This meal = amazing.