A Stormy Trip to Van’s Beach

The wind had caused chaos for nearly one week, trapping us indoors for longer than we would have liked. It is never easy confining yourself and a busy preschooler in the house. By Friday, we were eager for adventure despite a lowgrade fever and yet another impending thunderstorm. We rushed through dinner, bundled into our warmest gear and drove to Van’s Beach in Leland.

With June pressed against me, we wondered over the great lake’s power. Her breath, hot on my face, as she yelled, “We are adventures!” with all the gusto she could manage. The wind carried her message away with the rest of the wave’s leftovers, a hearty feast for whoever or whatever it might find next.

We stayed just long enough to leave our impressions in the sand, then quickly returned to the warmth of our waiting vehicle, grateful, again, for the safety of our home. The water had restored us to our place of peace, like it always does, like I pray it always will.