All twelve of us were obviously not of sound mind.
There was no turning back once we’d tackled all 302 steps (an unofficial count proffered by some of our more industrious/curious/younger family members) up Mt. Baldhead from an alternate parking location at the foot of this active sand dune inching its way towards to the Kalamazoo River. Come hell or high water/hot sand dune, we were determined to stake a claim along one of the most beautiful beaches in Michigan. What was a bit of sand to these die-hard beach bums?
Weighed down by the reality of our decision (and all those beach bags, coolers and umbrellas), we each walked the last leg of our detour in silent determination – right past all the cars in the crowded parking lot –