#1212
I Am Lake
Waking up at Nordhouse Dunes was pleasant, though sometimes a bit chilly, and I never felt lonely because my narrated books played in the background. I stayed for many days, collecting cool rocks, using walking sticks, swimming in Lake Michigan until I became one with nature; chipmunks whistled as I passed, raccons joined me in meandering and toublemaking, and mosquitoes stopped biting, using me to get around. Together we drove to the supermarket, where I bought ice cream while the mosquitoes took shoppers. I felt like a tourist on business with the universe, building flimsy yet large driftwood horsis that impressed two tourists. In Ludington my favorite spot was an antique store with a neat book section; there I found a well-worn 1963 pocket version of Robinson Crusoe, which prompted me to listen to its full story. Throughout, I stayed in the wilderness, gathering firewood and preparing for watching Lake Michiganâs sunset.






















