Our band of merry travelers made our way north to Lake Michigan and the lovely lakeside town of Hollis. We rode bikes to the beach, jumped off the pier, ate soft-serve apricot ice cream and made s'mores in the fire pit in back. When we weren't doing those things, we were berry picking (straight from the beach to the berry patch), failing to keep up on morning runs with Ashley, exploring farmers' markets and wandering through street fairs.
One hazard of traveling with Ashley Pace, photographer extraordinaire, is that I tend to take very, very few pictures. For a better photo documentary (and frankly, wittier prose), I recommend her account.
As fall blusters away outside my window, I'm just going to revel a few more moments in this: