Making Memories

This afternoon at 1PM I hopped in my son’s car and headed off to Muskegon to visit with my brother Scott.  I go up almost every Sunday and this time I had a plan for a fun trip to places we use to go as kids.  We picked up coffee and headed out of town taking US31 on our way to discoveries.

We got off at the North Muskegon exit and headed west through to some scenic roads looking for the fall colors.  After a while we connected with Scenic Drive and headed North straight to Whitehall enjoying the colorful trees (though much of the brighter colors of orange and red were passed).  The tunnel of trees over the road was beautiful. we turned around after reaching our first destination along White Lake and headed back till we came to where Duck Lake ran into Lake Michigan.  There were a few people with cameras dressed in winter coats, and older “kids,” wading in the warmer waters that met the icy waters of the Big Lake.

We both stumbled along in the soft sand, and the we, “cliffs,” of the harder sand away from the water’s edge that the water had hardened it earlier in the day when the winds blew the water hard into the shore.  Falling was giggle time when I fell in the sand.  Scott and I slowly made our way back to the car I took pictures of my smiling brother.

We then drove south to the block house.  When we were younger, my mom loved to wear us all there and we both have so many memories from that fort.  We walked up the hill and tried to see the lake at the top like we use too, and spent a while wandering around the fort.  We wandered back down after enjoying the windy hill to the car, and a warmer place.  From there the car took us past the Veteran’s Memorial Park on the Causeway into Muskegon and saw all the work they are doing to rebuild the ponds around it.  It has been a place to memorialize and honor those who have served from the area in all the branches of the services.  It has been there as long as I can remember and it is so good to see that they are bringing it back to its former beauty.

It’s funny how much fun we had just walking in the sand and laughing and talking about what we remembered together.  There are so many places that hold memories for both of us.  When we do things like this I am thankful that I still have time to spend with my brother.  He is one of my best friends.  I am going to do this as many Sunday afternoons that I can before the snow flies, and continue to make wonderful memories for the 2 of us.  It’s a great weekly sojourn for a brother and a sister to share.