by Ami Weaver
Apologies for the late post–we had Internet issues all weekend!
A couple weekends ago, I took my second son up to a lacrosse tournament, the Cherry Bomb, in Traverse City. (It’s called that since the region is a heavy cherry producer.) I also took my youngest two kids, but thanks to some serious rain and the fact we were all going to be floating in the tent (we were camping nearby at Interlochen) my parents took the younger two back to their (dry) cabin.
When his games on Saturday ended, we went back to the campground, did what we could to deal with the water in our tent (FYI: don’t let me set up the tent. ‘Cause I’ll find the one place it’ll collect all the water! It’s a gift.) played a few months of (ahem, very competitive) Payday in the dry spot then decided to go for a drive up the Leelanau Peninsula. That’s the little spit of land between Lake Michigan and Grand Traverse Bay–the Mitten’s little finger, I guess.
We swooped up M-22, through Sutton’s Bay and Northport, both adorable little northern towns with lots of quirky charm. But instead of following it around, we split off and decided to head for the tip, which would be Leelanau State Park.
We bought sweet cherries and white chocolate popcorn, neither of which lasted long, sad to say–but were so yummy!
Then we got to the park. It’s one of my fave places on Earth, and this was the first time I got to share it with my son. We walked past the lighthouse (it’s haunted, by the way, as all good Great Lakes Lighthouses should be).
We spent just over an hour on this little jaunt. But it was some of the best minutes I’ve spent with my son, who is 13 and busy growing up. Time spent together like this will become increasingly rare as the years speed past. But on that Saturday? We laughed and talked and were absolutely in the moment, as fleeting as it was, together.