Another death march with Herb, part of it on the run, and some bad badminton highlighted the first Sunday in Michigan. We finished off with a tunnel park trek to see how they fit 3.5 billion people on the beach there. They had gone. [To paraphrase my favorite George W. joke: He's told, "There were 4 Brazilian beach goers at Tunnel Park." Amazed, he asks, "How many are a brazillion???"]
Cousins talking and bonding near the summit of the dune at Tunnel Park - Herb and the newly anointed Domestic Goddess.
Another beautiful day in southwestern Michigan.
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