Showing posts with label South Haven. Show all posts
Showing posts with label South Haven. Show all posts

Monday, August 1, 2011

Pure Haven


Papa gathered the family for another trip to South Haven, Michigan, where we once again stayed in the big house with the big pool to match. Everyone enjoyed the usual sunsets and ice cream, corn and hamburgers, and beach and dunes. However, this year also brought some new things, at least for me. For example, I played the card game War with Gigi and my cousins, we took a day trip to Saugatuck, Dad took me and the girls to minigolf and we all enjoyed a huge thunderstorm that very briefly cut the power to the house. The storm ushered in the best part of the trip, when we went to Lake Michigan on our last day and I battled almost five foot waves. Luckily I had my life vest on and Dad played a human backstop, which prevented me from falling under the water. Can't wait for next year's trip.

Monday, August 2, 2010

I Said Yes To Michigan!


Because I had to, but if Dad wants to continue to take me to Lake Michigan's eastern shore- South Haven to be exact- I'd be just fine with it. How can you go wrong with beaches, ice cream, family, friends, BBQs- and this year- a giant pool? I strapped on a life vest and literally jumped right into the swimming thing. I am now able to hold my breath under water and do a dog paddle. Dad and I start swimming lessons at The Y in a couple weeks, so I should be good to go, when I am asked to say yes to Michigan again next year.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Is It Michigan? Is It Indiana? It's Michiana!






Our annual summer trip to Michigan, which usually lands in South Haven, moved a bit south to Michiana this year and I am still not quite sure if the little village is in Michigan, Indiana, or both. I do know it's close to Michigan City- which is actually in Indiana, had an amazing fireworks display and poor jailers, who allowed four men to escape while we were nearby. One of the convicts was caught just a little bit down the road at Chicago Mayor Daley's beach home in Grand Beach, Michigan. This lead to my daddy's trunk being searched on the way to the dunes and we enjoyed the rest of the few days there awash in beautiful weather and the sounds of police helicopters and boats.