Saturday afternoon in Charlevoix. What else do you do but visit the Bubbling Springs and hang out with the frogs. You could have a chat with Lily who knows all about animals.

Or you could come back to the Beach house and have yet another swim and then a snooze before attempting a game of tennis in the over 90 degree heat.
We arrived yesterday after a seven hour drive from Chicago and immediately went up to check out Tom's new house. It is amazing. It has the best views of the Lake. It's a pity that it's a few months off completion but its bones are good. Tom is determined to sleep in it before we leave. Phil has promised us a tent but I'm not sure, I like to go to sleep lulled by the gentle sounds of the waves lapping outside, in a COMFORTABLE BED. Not outside with my toes being nibbled by raccoons.