summer 2008. the photographer and i were in the midst of it--he had a job downtown, while i was working in the garden department at one of the local home improvement stores. we were planning on going camping at devil's lake (one of our favorite places, as mentioned
here). we prepped and got ready for our trip.
and then it rained.
poured, actually, for days and days. storms and bad weather and flooding. the end result? devil's lake was under water, closed, scheduled to be reopened on the day we were due to head back home from our trip. needless to say, we were a little bit disappointed. we still had a week off of work, too, and couldn't let that go to waste.
so... we spent a few days in the city, enjoying the weather (it was gorgeous down in chicago) and drinking corona with lime and going to the beach. a few days later, we were off on our alternate vacation: the michigan dunes.
we left in the morning and headed east in the cavalier--my first time over the skyway--listening to sufjan stevens and enjoying the view. it was the perfect day for driving. a few hours later, we had made our way through indiana and arrived at the warren dunes in sawyer, michigan. we hiked around in the sand, taking in the sight of it all, looking for our skyline way out there on the horizon.

this was our trip. hiking, exploring, picnicking--writing, conversing, photographing. it was exactly the little getaway we needed. we got a room at a red roof in that had no swimming pool, no internet access, and about six channels on the television; somehow, it had everything. it was a chance to unwind, to just be (which was perfect and much appreciated in the midst of a rather stressful summer).

one night, we headed out to the dunes and hiked to the top for a view of the sunset over lake michigan. we sat together as the sun and the sky and the water changed colors, metamorphosing as the minutes ticked by. that glowing orb fell closer and closer to the water and slowly sank beneath it, leaving a dusky purplish orange in its wake. save for the sound of the waves washing up on the beach, the air was quiet, still. we slept soundly that night, waking refreshed and renewed.
on our way back to the city, we stopped just inside the indiana border for fireworks (of course!). it
was mid-june, and it just so happens that we live in a state where it is illegal to purchase fireworks. we packed our purchase safely in the trunk and headed towards the land of lincoln with smiles on our faces, ready to wander back into the real world (or as ready as we ever would be.)