The Pure Joy of DOING absolutely nothing
Late Saturday morning during the seventh week of lockdown, I joined my son Rory on a "fishing trip" with his sons, Sam and James. Our first stop was Hudson Mills Park along the Huron River north of Dexter. Amid Canadian geese and their newly hatched goslings, the guys "fished" along the bank with worms and lures . Time was spent with snacks and seat belts and other rigamarole in preparation for the 20 minute drive to the river. James was mostly interested in the worms and why fake worms were better than live worms .( A video named 'WildKratts' was the research basis for this opinion) We spent 45 minutes with the geese and worms before deciding to seek new venues for or quest for the elusive bass.
We the jumped in the van and trekked to Pickerel Lake in the Pickney Recreation Area further north and west. While Rory fished from the shore, Sam and James and I decided to " take a hike". Not 50 yards down the trail, the guys discovered a cadre of ultimate building material---STICKS!
For the next hour they crafted an elaborate bridge /house/tepee of sticks and alternately tested its strength by walking upon it.Their imaginations went wild with superhero fantasies, hiding under the bridge and how it might be strengthened. I snapped a few photos but otherwise just watched in wonder as they set about plying in the woods purely joyfully.
Later we joined Rory who had actually hooked a small bass along the shore. James ran with abandon to join his dad and face planted along the shore, got up without incident and continued down the path. Sam tried his hand at casting for awhile and then we packed it in and headed back to Ann Arbor.
We the jumped in the van and trekked to Pickerel Lake in the Pickney Recreation Area further north and west. While Rory fished from the shore, Sam and James and I decided to " take a hike". Not 50 yards down the trail, the guys discovered a cadre of ultimate building material---STICKS!
For the next hour they crafted an elaborate bridge /house/tepee of sticks and alternately tested its strength by walking upon it.Their imaginations went wild with superhero fantasies, hiding under the bridge and how it might be strengthened. I snapped a few photos but otherwise just watched in wonder as they set about plying in the woods purely joyfully.
Later we joined Rory who had actually hooked a small bass along the shore. James ran with abandon to join his dad and face planted along the shore, got up without incident and continued down the path. Sam tried his hand at casting for awhile and then we packed it in and headed back to Ann Arbor.
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