I took Ginger for a walk and made it to Dwightwood Spring. She sniffed a fire hydrant on the way (the stereotype seems to ring true):
The 4:00pm ferry from St. Ignace was making its way around the island. If you look close, you can spot it:
Wagon = less than brilliant idea today:
I eventually left the wagon behind:
The forest side of the island is lovely too:
Dwightwood Spring is a memorial to Dwight Wood, who died saving his brother August 12, 1905:
It is a natural freshwater spring (so not deemed safe for drinking):
My oldest daughter loves Dwightwood Spring! She is in Chicago with her grandparents for spring break. (She was in awe of the tall buildings in Grand Rapids- Chicago must blow her little mind!) We will be reunited tomorrow night!