Oceana, Oceana, Oceana. It's like an incantation of water and wilderness. It reminds me of how, when Carl and I moved back to Michigan from San Francisco, we mentioned that Lake Michigan was one of the things we missed. His San Francisco co-workers wondered, "Is it like Lake Tahoe?" And we laughed -- no, better. Like an ocean. Sunsets and rolling dunes and somewhere on the other side, which you can't see, sits Chicago, Milwaukee, etc.
We spent the day walking the land, checking the trail cams for deer and turkey activity, and breaking in the hammock for the season. I practiced with my longbow until my arms got tired and my aim got embarrassing. We came home with the mark of bonfire and pine in our hair, a kind of Michigan incense that says summer is here.