Showing posts with label EOTE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label EOTE. Show all posts

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Summer into Autumn

It was a good weekend to get away.  The last days of Summer, 2012, were upon us and Deirdre had a reading day for work, so on Thursday night after work we made trek to our cottage.  It was well worth the drive.

Michigan is known for its beautiful, albeit brief, summers and beautiful fall colors.  I was hoping that some of the trees here would have started the transition from green to the autumnal palate of red, yellow and orange.  We are still a few weeks away from that point.

I was able to get a couple images of Lake Huron in its last throes of summer:


Looking north to Oscoda
And what would a visit to East of the Equator be without an image of Samson the dog:



He loves it here and it does not matter the temperature of the Lake.  He managed to at least get his feet wet a couple of times.




So long Summer, hello Fall.



Sunday, August 19, 2012

This just never gets old

We had another wonderful weekend, just East of the Equator.  Our friend the American Bald Eagle paid us a visit.  Seeing this amazing symbol of America in the wild just never gets old.






The lighting was not the best, but I was able to catch a few good images of our visitor.





He spent about half an hour in this roost, which is a pine tree two cottages to the south of our place.  And as quickly and quietly as he arrived, he left.  



Yes, this view just never gets old.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

The Eagle has Landed

As many readers of this blog know, we are fortunate to own a little slice of heaven on the shores of Lake Huron, just about 3 miles south of the Au Sable River, near Oscoda, Michigan.  We purchased our cottage in January, 2010, and little by little, we have made this place our own.  In 2010, we contracted to have new windows and flooring installed.  In 2011 a new kitchen found its way to our cottage.  This year, we put in a deck to make the comings and goings from the beach a little easier.  The deck is also a fine place for a libation at the end of a long day.


This is a view of our cottage and the new deck taken a few feet towards Lake Huron:






This is the view from our deck towards Lake Huron:






We gave our cottage a name, calling it East of the Equator.  The origins of that name can be found here.  We purchased this place to relax, unwind and most importantly, recharge.  Deirdre and I have hectic jobs that keep us busy almost every day of the week.  We come to our cottage to get away from recharge our batteries to face whatever comes our way during the next work week.


An added benefit of owning a cottage where we do is that American Bald Eagles are part of the indigenous animal population.  We have been fortunate to see a few of these amazing birds quite a few times since the beginning of the year.  There is a pine tree one cottage south of ours where an eagle will sometimes roost and today, roost he did.  Here are a few images of the eagle, who was clearly enjoying the view, too:











These were the best images I could capture with my Nikon CoolPix.  Deirdre had her Nikon D300 with a zoom lens and she captured more images, that will certainly soon make it to her blog.  After about 20 minutes, the eagle had seen all that it wanted to see, and left.  He was completely silent as he departed, flying down the beach for a hundred yards or so before heading inland.  It is an amazing thing to see this magnificent bird of prey fly.




So, if you ever find yourself near Oscoda on a Saturday or a Sunday during the summer, chances are Deirdre and I will be East of the Equator, along with perhaps an eagle two.  Stop on by and remember that cocktails are served at 6:30PM, sharp!







Monday, September 5, 2011

Pure Michigan

Yesterday was a warm and sunny late summer day here, just East of the Equator. After checking out the Harrisville Arts and Crafts Show, we proceeded down to the beach. Deirdre and Samson and I spent a few lazy hours enjoying the warm breeze from the southeast, and we also manged to get in a long swim in Lake Huron. The water was warm and inviting. The waves were less than a foot and the swells were non-existent. When we finally came back to the cottage, our outside thermometer informed me that it was 78.8F. It was a beautiful day. Here is an image of Samson enjoying some quality time under an umbrella at our beach on this sunny Sunday, 4 September, 2011.

From 5 Sep 2011

Fast forward 18 hours and things have changed. When I woke up this fine Labor Day morning, the outside temperature was 52.2F, there was a steady 10-15 knot breeze from the northeast and the waters of Lake Huron were pounding the shoreline. The waves were easily 3-4 feet with about a 12-15 foot swell.


Today appears to be a one-day anomaly. The weatherguessers are telling me that the the forecast through the end of the week is that it will warm up to the mid 70s by the weekend. It is often said that if you don't like the weather in Michigan, just wait a few minutes. It will change.


The temperature swing and the shift in the weather is driven by the Great Lakes that we love and enjoy. Lake Huron and its fellow Great Lakes serve as enormous heat sumps which, given the correct conditions, can cause the weather to be so fickle in the Enchanted Mitten. We would not have it any other way.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

A Room with a View

One of the benefits of our cottage being on Lake Huron is that we get to see freighters from time to time. Big ones. Freighters carrying iron ore from the Duluth, or copper from the UP, or pick a raw material found in any of the Great Lakes States going to be turned into car or some other useful device. A Navy shipmate of mine turned me on to this website. My friend grew up in Wisconsin, spending his youth watching for freighters in Lake Michigan.

From 4 Sep 2011


I do not know what draws me to watch for shipping outside our windows on Lake Huron. Sometimes, I am fortunate enough to catch a ship making its passage at night and I think back to my time standing watch as Officer of the Deck, wondering what the target angle of is of the vessel. It is just cool to me to think about what is being carried aboard these ships of the inland sea known as Lake Huron.


Back to the story at hand. This fine Sunday morning Deirdre and I took Samson out for a walk, heading north from our cottage. We walked a little more than a half mile, collecting beach glass along the way. Soon after we turned around, I saw in the distance a freighter heading north. It was a large ship, probably 600-700 feet long. After we got back to the cottage I broke out the D80 and started taking some images.



The sky was grey as was the water. However, the outline of the freighter is clearly visible. Deirdre's D300 had the zoom lens but I think that I caught a pretty good shot of the ship.


I am certain that her blog will have a few images of the freighter soon. I watched the freight for well over an hour and I caught this image from inside of our cottage. This view just never gets old.


And for the record, Samson was killed after our walk.


Life agrees with us, just East of the Equator.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Another great weekend, just East of the Equator

Hard to believe that two weeks have passed since I last felt the muses compelling me to write something... and post something. On this thoroughly wonderfully warm and calm Sunday, the muses have hit me so here we go.

Deirdre worked remotely from our cottage the week of 25-29 July. I was able to leave work around 4PM and I arrived at our cottage around 7:30PM. We went out to dinner at a nearby place called Woodland Pines Resort. Dinner was unremarkable, but they did have Blue Moon on tap. From there, we went to the VFW for a nitecap and tried our luck with a few pull-tabs, but my luck was pretty cold.

Saturday, 30 July, was perhaps the best weather day of the year at our cottage. Our day began early that morning, as Samson woke us up around 5:45AM as if to say, "Hey, the sun is rising soon. Let's go see it! We were not disappointed.





The temps were in the mid-70s, and there was a gentle but constant breeze from the southwest. When the wind is blowing from the southwest, it keeps the bugs and the biting black flies away. Deirdre, Samson and I spent the better part of the day at the on the beach, enjoying the breeze, with intermittent dips in Lake Huron.

The highlight of the day on the beach was a visit to a nearby pine tree of a Bald Eagle. Sightings of Bald Eagles in Oscoda are common, but if you have never seen one in the wild, the sight if this magnificent bird is amazing.




This eagle stayed on his perch for about 90 minutes, before flying off to his next meal or adventure. Look for more images of him/her the next time he pays us a visit.

We believe that Samson is a new species of canine, the German Shepherd Water Dog. We can't keep him out of the water when we are at the beach.




All this activity on the beach and in the water does lead to one very tired dog:


Life remains good, just East of the Equator.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

An amazing Saturday...

Well, the weekend is winding down here in Au Sable Township. It is a quiet Sunday morning here just East of the Equator and I am happy to report that yesterday, Saturday, July 16th, was one of the better days here at our cottage. The weather forecasts for Grand Rapids were that it would be hot and humid all weekend, and I was bracing for similar weather on the east side of the state. That was simply not the case on Saturday. It was warm without a hint of humidity.


I arrived at our cottage on Friday night ~6:30PM. The drive here was uneventful and the traffic was moving along at a brisk pace. Deirdre and I settled in for a quiet and restful night, with a simple meal of steaks grilled on our trusty Weber. Friday night was relaxing and peaceful, and I was hoping that Saturday would be the same. I was not disappointed.

Samson woke us up a little before six and the burning sphere of hydrogen known as the Sun had risen and was spilling warm yellow shards of light into our cottage. Our plan was to once again throw some steaks on the grill, and Deirdre found this recipe for us to try for dinner. I ran into town to pick up a few things we needed for dinner, but I was back at the cottage, ready to face the rest of the day by 10:30AM.

After lunch, we headed to the beach. For the next 5 1/2 hours we read magazines, played with Samson, went swimming (Lake Huron felt almost as warm as bathwater) and generally did as little as possible. There was a gentle onshore breeze from the south, which kept the mosquitoes away. It was magnificent. Here are a few images from our time at the beach:

Deirdre and Samson under the umbrella.

My new Crocs.

My view of the beach on Saturday.

A very tired dog.

Me and Samson enjoying the waves and the view.

From Jul 16, 2011
What really struck me was how blue the sky looked, and how the colors of the umbrella seemed to match the sky.

The day went on and around 5:30PM we decided to head back to the cottage to clean up and get ready for dinner. Our meal was splendid and after it started to get dark, we started a fire in our fire ring and proceeded to burn some old furniture that had out lived its use to us. I am happy to report that this small dresser did burn remarkably well.




This final image of Samson sort of sums it all up. It was a very relaxing weekend, just East of the Equator.


Thursday, July 14, 2011

Last night flying Solo...

Well, I had a wonderful week at our cottage, just East of the Equator last week. However, I do not have the same amount of vacation time that Deirdre has. The General has graciously given me 10 days of vacation until I hit 5 years of service, so I have to use my vacation time very wisely.

Thus, I left the cottage last Sunday and went back to work on Monday. It was a little quiet around the house. From Sunday until Wednesday, I never even turned on the TV. I worked late each day to try to get ahead of things at work so I can sneak out early on Friday. So, I was flying solo this week. I was sort of unsupervised, but since I needed to be at work each day, there was only so much trouble I could get into alone.

I did learn, however, that when I am alone and accidentally drop a peanut or two on the floor and say, "Crumbs" Samson the Dog does not come running to collect the peanuts. I look forward to seeing Deirdre and Samson tomorrow and being able to say "Crumbs!" again when something edible falls onto the floor.


Thanks for the photo, Deirdre. :-)

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Metamorphosis

met·a·mor·pho·sis

[met-uh-mawr-fuh-sis]
–noun, plural -ses [-seez] Show IPA.
1.
Biology . a profound change in form from one stage tothe next in the life history of an organism, as from thecaterpillar to the pupa and from the pupa to the adultbutterfly. Compare complete metamorphosis.
2.
a complete change of form, structure, or substance, astransformation by magic or witchcraft.
3.
any complete change in appearance, character,circumstances, etc.

Well, it has been an interesting week at our cottage. Deirdre, Samson and I rolled in hot to Oscoda (technically, Au Sable Township) last Saturday and we were blessed to have fantastic weather each and every day since. We have spent many hours lounging at the beach, interspersed with a few brief shopping trips and a couple of visits to the VFW Post 3735 in Oscoda. What is not to like of dollar drafts of Killian's Red in a frost mug at our private club?

Our aptly named cottage, East of the Equator, has been undergoing a metamorphosis since we purchased it last year. This cottage, which had never been sold or on the market since the original family member built it, needed a lot of work. Most of the windows were original issue, as the wind seemed to blow right through the place. One of the original doors to the cottage had long ago been nailed shut and aluminum siding placed across it. In the Spring of 2010, we replaced most of the windows, tore out the old nailed shut door and installed a sliding glass door for access to the small patio facing Lake Huron. We also replaced all the flooring with tile or carpeting. We were making this place our own.

Then there was the kitchen. Like the windows, it was original issue. The cabinets were small, the sink was shallow and the place just did not work for us. Here is what the original kitchen looked like before we bought the cottage:


It had a very rustic look and it was not too functional. The window over the sink was almost impossible to open, and it also had some of the ugliest window treatments imaginable. After the capital expenditure budget for 2010 was allocated and used, we decided to upgrade the kitchen in 2011. Our builder, Rick, helped us pick out cabinets, a countertop and hardware, and on the Saturday before Easter we made our first payment towards the kitchen. Rick placed the order with a local supplier and he was confident that the cabinets and countertop would arrive in a few weeks. He was so confident that he ripped out the old cabinets before the new ones were in hand. What could possibly go wrong?

Well, wrong it did go! The cabinets were not properly ordered, and when the order was placed, one of the six cabinets ordered did not arrive with the other five, so the work was delayed once again. Undaunted, Rick installed a temporary sink for us to use while we waited for the complete order to arrive. Here is an image of our temporary (some called it Redneck) kitchen sink:


Fast forward to the end of June and all of the cabinets are installed, as well as a shiny new GE dishwasher. Now, the only work remaining was the backsplash. We picked out the tile and the grout and yesterday Scott came by with his assistant Chris and he spent the day installing the backsplash. Here are a few images of his work:




Here is the backsplash of the corner of the kitchen:


Similar perspective later in the day:


Here is the almost finished look:




Scott and Chris completed their work around 4:30PM, so all that needs to be done now is for the grout to be laid. Normally, Scott would have been at our cottage on Saturday (today) to complete the job. However, he has a fishing trip planned and he asked if it would be OK if he could come on Sunday morning to complete the work. We completely understand Scott's needs for some R&R, so we will look for him ~0930 on Sunday morning to grout the tile. That's how we roll here in Oscoda!