In August 2014, I had no idea the power of a simple Google search. All I knew was that I didn’t want to spend another summer working a desk job, so I began hunting for other options. I typed “Christian camp photographer” into the search bar, and the rest is history…
- Travel to Africa, Europe, or Asia
- Step foot in 25 states
- Read the Bible from Genesis to Revelation
- Play Messy Twister
In total, I have finished 11 of my 30 goals; I am on track to finish all of them before I turn thirty!
Congratulations. You are about to see some photographic gems from one of my favorite family vacations.
In the late spring of 2004, I visited Mackinac Island with my brother, parents, and grandparents.
We spent the entire morning riding our bikes through clouds of gnats. Yes, clouds, so thick that you couldn’t see, so dense that you felt the bugs smacking against your face.
By lunchtime, we were so hot and sticky that we didn’t want food. I believe that my lunch consisted of a soft drink and Payday candy bar. (Side note: I must have really liked my bicycle helmet. This is the only picture of me on the island where I am not wearing my purple helmet.)
When afternoon came, we bought souvenirs. I selected a purple t-shirt and a key chain. But the real treat was the iconic Mackinac Island dessert.
Fudge’s rise in the U.S. can be traced to Mackinac Island in Lake Huron, between Michigan’s Upper and Lower peninsulas. This vacation spot has been linked to fudge for more than 85 years, so much so that northern Michiganders often refer to tourists—out-of-towners in search of fudge—as “fudgies.”
- 2 tbs Blind Spot Sea Salt Peanut Butter
- 2 tsp coconut oil
- 1/2 tsp honey
- Heat all ingredients up in a small saucepan over medium heat until stir-able. Stir ingredients together.
- Pour mixture into shallow dish or ice cube tray. Freeze for 2 hours.
- Eat and enjoy!
- Store leftovers in the fridge or freezer.
Original recipe from Chocolate Covered Katie.
Carols were sung, presents were opened, and Christmas lunch had been enjoyed. With a quick glance at the clock, we knew that we had enough time to hike at Sleeping Giant State Park. According to Brother, the trail was about the length of the trail at Pilot Mountain, so we grabbed some water bottles and hopped in the car.
As we were approaching exit 59 on Wilbur Cross Parkway, we noticed that traffic was moving slowly up ahead, but we continued towards the tunnel.
Then we stopped. Traffic was literally parked on the parkway for over an hour. Some people started heading the wrong way down the entrance ramp; others started making u-turns in the grass. One man even managed to cut off three people in stand-still traffic, and a lady got out of her car to yell at him.
Yet, we also saw much Christmas cheer. I honestly don’t remember the last time I laughed that hard with my family. Other families even began distributing Christmas cookies!
Much later than expected, we arrived at Sleeping Giant and raced against the clock to hike to the top. Although Brother compared the trail to Pilot Mountain, which is described as a “moderate relatively flat 0.8 mile loop,” the trail we walked was closer to that of Hanging Rock (a 1.3-mile one-way trail). It almost felt like we ran to the top, took some pictures, and speed-walked to the bottom.
…and any time Mom asked how far we were from the top, Brother’s reply was, “It’s not that far.”