


Lake Michigan, the only all American lake (the other Great Lakes border Canada as well), sits on the West side of the state. When visiting the grandparents, we are a mere 45 minute drive away from this gigantic lake, that to anyone eyes', looks no different than an ocean.
This visit, we went to a different beachfront than usual. We wanted the kids to see the sand dunes that make a great runway into the lake.
Because we had not been there before, we didn't quite know which path to take to get to the lake...but we were up for an adventure.
The day was warm, and humid. The path was pleasant at first, but the deeper we got into the woods, the more flying creatures appeared. Mosquitoes. Everywhere.
We realized that if we stopped at all, we would be eaten alive by these large blood-sucking pests. So we did our best to keep charging ahead, not knowing how far we were from the shore.
It felt like a long time of walking fast, focusing on the end. Californians are not used to mosquitoes due to frequent droughts and low humidity (how did I make it in Thailand?). I was not going to lose the battle, however. Not even with all the questions coming from the five-year-olds like: "How can they eat us alive?" or "Where did the mosquitoes come from?" or "Can we stop to look at that wetland?"
A mile or so later, we reached our destination at last. Soft sand, calm waters, not another soul in sight (because, ummm, we chose the longest path to get there). And we had left behind the mosquitoes in the woods.
We surely went back a different route, much shorter, more direct, and for some reason, much fewer of the dreaded insects!


















