Sleeping Bear Dunes

Chris and I climbed the sand dune, the fluffiest, softest sand I have ever felt cool on my feet. We reached the top of the hill, on this overcast day, and the clouds began to part just enough to send a beam of light shining down on a passing tug boat. We stood before a painting, a work of art. I stopped in my tracks, Chris stood silent beside me, then I remembered to breathe. An experience that literally took my breath away. Sand dunes reaching 500 feet tall  dropping off straight into Lake Michigan, steep, steep you stand on the edge of a massive pile of sand looking down below to the narrow beach, magnificent blue clear water calm at the shore.