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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Warren Dunes Camping

   A couple weeks ago we headed west for a little anniversary camping trip. And to ensure it wasn't too romantic or relaxing, we brought Rowan, Iris, Lucy, Allie, and Pete along. I'm fairly certain I've written about this, but because it still baffles me, I'll bring it up again. Southwestern Michigan has some peculiar camping laws. There appears to be nowhere where both dogs and beer are allowed. I'm still trying to understand the connection. All I can figure is that your dogs can make you so crazy when you're camping that it drives you to drink A LOT and you become uncontrollable. Then again, there would never be any kids at these campgrounds either if that were the case. Anyhoo...did you know that Sierra Nevada makes its pale ale in cans now? And when you insert one inside a coozy (cozy?), it looks like a 7-up?

Warren Dunes Campground is not particularly special. We stayed at one of the rustic sites which was basically a dirt pit right next to several other neighboring dirt pits with patches of poison ivy scattered throughout. Rowan couldn't complain. Dirt is his specialty. One of our dirt pit neighbors even gave him a dump truck they'd found on the dunes.

In his element

The dunes and Lake Michigan, of course, were another story. Every place we've been along the lake over the years has been spectacular. There is a way to drive within 100 yards of the beach which is the easy way to get there, though you have to share it with hundreds of people. If you're willing to hike a mile or so over sand dunes in the sun with a 3-year old, an infant, 3 dogs, and your gear, you can have the entire beach to yourself. Surprisingly, Rowan made it up and over all the dunes each day without complaint. Even Allie was holding up her paws in some spots because the sand was so hot.

 Rewarded by Lake Michigan

I have a feeling most boys wear shorts and no shirt into the water.

Racing to the lake to relieve hot paws

Doggies - chilling out

This look sums up his general bad-ass 3-year old attitude lately.

And Iris? Mostly she seemed pretty bored with the beach. It made her sleepy.

It's quite possible she even slept through a lake dipping

 The dirt pit was a bit more amusing.

Exploring the "grass forest" with Rowan, who was unwilling to be photographed
Ready for home

2 comments:

  1. No beer is allowed in Minnesota state parks, period. And you can only have dogs if you bring them everywhere, but most paths aren't open to dogs.

    We still drink beer in the parks. We're just careful about it. We asked a ranger, and he said he only gets on people who are being rowdy. It's mostly in place to easily be able to kick out folks who get belligerent.

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