Poor, poor youth, forced into a vacation day on the beach.
Two hours had passed since we walked out to the beach at Grand Haven where the waves were gentle and calm. Holland State Park is about 22 miles south of the beach we visited in Grand Haven. Here, winds were considerably stronger.
Wave music is a favorite sound of mine. These waves boisterously tumbled and crashed against the shore. I’m certain these waves were nothing like storm waves, which must be terrifying in their fury, but these waves were safe and enjoyable.
Holland’s “Big Red” Lighthouse beyond Christian
Flicking water at her lazy brother.
Retaliating with a sandy kick?
Temperatures were barely 70*, with much chillier Lake Michigan water, deemed too cold for even Rebecca’s swimming comfort. She waded a bit.
Yet brilliant sunshine made sitting along the shore pleasant (at least in my opinion).
On this August Wednesday, Holland State Park Beach was relatively busy near the boardwalk, so we chose to walk much further down the shoreline for more relaxing ambiance.
Oh, I should mention that our Michigan “Recreation Passport” — now an annual $11 fee — was required to enter and park at the state park. With our vehicle registration we had already prepaid the fee for an entire year of admittance to state parks, so this sandy visit cost us nothing out-of-pocket.
Holland State Park