There are so many places in this world that I want to see. So many that look like a slice of Heaven was put right here on Earth. But there will always be one place that I will consider Heaven on Earth no matter where I go in the world; and that place is Harbor Springs.
A view from the Bluff. Harbor Springs, Michigan.
We tried splitting it up into a two day trip the first year but after a horrific night in a smoke scented "Kids Suite" complete with it's own log cabin club house we dubbed "Camp Pilferage" (for reasons unbeknownst to me); we now make the trek in one day.
Entertaining ourselves on the drive up.
Our yearly week-long trip to "Harbor" to stay with my Mom's Sister, Uncle and their seven children (our cousins, obviously, but they are also considered to be our great and closest friends); is always top on my family's list as our favorite trip of the year.
Thirteen hours, five stops at the gas station, a completed season three of Downton Abbey (don't even get me started I have yet to accept the ending) and a solid four hours of listening to my Dad and Brother's choice of what we have deemed "Scream-o Rock Music" we FINALLY pulled into the driveway.
The Harbor House
Up North (Hat from the Monogram Shop, a trip favorite).
Like any All American town there was Mass on Sunday mornings, followed by lazy afternoon bike rides and a day trip over to Sturgeon Bay for lunch, swimming and shinanigans on the paddle board.
A view down Main Street on the 4th of July.
The post run plunge!
After the plunge
Boating and beach day on The Point with my cousin Kelsey and younger sister Maggie.
Look at my Momma go!
All the gals in their "Harbor Girls" Fourth of July shirts.
Every Wednesday and Saturday morning we would roll out of bed and walk over to Main Street for the Local Farmer's market, where we would leave with freshly picked strawberries, pies, spreadable honey and fresh flowers for the table.
Every evening would end with a three round game of volleyball, this year the featured teams being the "Harbor Barbers" and the "Waboombas" don't let the names fool you we play some serious net.
The victorious "Waboombas"
My lovely parents.
Us girls after the "Grown up Kids'" dinner.
American Spoon Jams, which I simply love.
Waiting for Turkey's Pizza
A look the other way down Main Street, during a Farmer's Market morning.
My cousin Molly and I during an afternoon trip to the nearby Sturgeon Bay.
What I truly love is that we don't need T.V. and countless hours on our laptops and phones to be entertained; it's the nights filled with significant conversations, laughter and playful banter during a "Harbor Style" volleyball match, the sound of my cousin Bart softly strumming his guitar, the silent twinkle of the stars and the thunderous booms of fireworks on our Nation's birthday. When we are together it's each other's presence that truly delights the soul. We leave Harbor with bigger smiles, fuller stomachs and more memories; but most of all bigger hearts.
And a goofy Brother.
Boys before annual Polar Plunge.
And the Ladies.
Here we go, it's time to MAN UP!
My Cousin Peter and Brother Trevor at a pancake breakfast at The Original Pancake House, Bay Harbor.