Waking up at Nordhouse Dunes was nice, sometimes it was a bit chilly, but nice.

I always has my Narrated Books playing, and I did not feel lonesome at all.

And I would stay for obscene numbers of days, I would camp there until I got bored.

Until I collected all the cool new rocks, used up all the walking sticks.

Until I swam and bathed in Lake Michigan, so many times, that I became nature.

Chipmunks would miss me, and cheerfully whistle as I walked by.

Racons would include me in their activities, such as meandering, and toublemaking.

Mosquitoes would literary stop biting, and use me as a convenient way to get around.

And we all the the same idea, drive to the to the freaking Supermarket.

I would go get Ice Cream, the mosquitoes would get the shoppers.

Nobody knew me, but everyone knew I was not a tourist.

I was there, on business with the universe.

And also, to build flimsy and dangerous, and very large, driftwood horsis.

Which impressed at least, two tourists - at least.

In Ludington my favorite place was a little antique store that had neatly smelling book section.

I found a beautiful and well worn, 1963 pocket version of Robinson Crusoe.

Which I already had as a narrated book on my mp3 player, and took it as a sign, that it was time to hear the full story.

I mostly kept to the wilderness, making sure that I had all the firewood I needed.

And that I had plenty of time, to prepare for watching the Lake Michigan sunset.