Above the Mire
Once a man has set his heart and soul on getting to a certain point, if he has to climb the crag, he climbs the crag; if he has to walk in the mire—He walks in the mire.1
This snap is from the highest point in Grand Mere State Park, overlooking Lake Michigan. The park is really more of a mire surrounded by dunes than a mere worthy of being called “grand”. In any case it is still quite pretty. Much of the uneven looking ground beyond the tree line isn’t actually ground at all, but shelf-ice.
On the way back I decided that it would be much faster to cut across the mire rather than follow the path leading around the mire. But, in the words of a young Hobbit, “Short cuts make long delays.”2 Although the mire was mostly frozen, at two points during the crossing the ice gave way, and I found myself knee-deep in muddy water. Fortunately, because I was wearing wool socks, and my car was only 20 minutes away, I managed to make the rest of the trek back without losing any toes to frostbite.
Beautiful photo. And the narrative is charming and eloquent with quotes from favorite authors. Bravo!