Good Harbor Bay, Michigan: An Essay for Ann Carr's Hocus-Pocus Challenge
Ann Carr's Challenge to Write About Our Favorite Beach
This is my response to Ann Carr's challenge which she states in the following way:
I want to pass the baton with a challenge of my own.
Do you have a favourite beach? One you know, or one in your imagination? Write about it! Describe like you’ve never described before! Use unusual vocabulary! Make us see every detail in the landscape!
Prose, poem, fiction or reality, let’s hear about it in a way which makes us want to visit or which fires up our imagination.
Find Ann's challenge and poem at Ann's Challenge
Good Harbor Bay, Michigan
Spring breaks out a whole new wardrobe for the forest and beach, the siblings of mighty Lake Michigan. Trillium carpet the forest floor, and dune grass flourishes halfway between the trees and water. The lake changes its own appearance by reflecting the boundless sky. Wispy clouds surf by on high pressure following low. The steady breeze sends whitecaps to crash onto the beach and run up toward the forest.
A common tern, migrating through, hovers over the waves of Good Harbor Bay then drops like an arrow into the roiling waters to catch a fish. A bald eagle soars on a current hundreds of feet above, watching for movement on land or in the water.
Common Tern Hovering Before Diving for a Fish
A whitetail deer steps cautiously out of the trees onto the wide beach. A day old fawn clambers behind her on stilt-like legs. They approach a pool of water separated from the lake by a mound of wind-driven sand.
A man and woman sit on a blanket and watch the sunrise until it begins to warm the chilly morning air. They rise as well and walk hand in hand along the beach. The woman bends down and plucks a stone from the sand where the waves have just delivered it. The surface tells the story of the stone’s long history.
A Polished Petoskey Stone
Six-sided polygons, fitted perfectly together, side touching side, were once cavities in which lived tiny polyps, the builders of coral. Through the years, the holes filled in with minerals and went through the process fossilization. The result was Hexagonaria percarinata or Petoskey Stone, the state stone of Michigan.
The story of the naming of the stone tells about a French fur trader who married an Odawa princess. They conceived a son and named the boy, Petosegay, which means rays of the rising sun, because of the rays of sun that shined on the newborn’s face.
Petosegay became the chief of his people. It is said that he carried one of these stones in his pocket until, after many years, it was polished as he rubbed it with his fingers. The stone took on the name of Chief Petosegay, anglicized as Petoskey. A close look at one of the hexagons on the stone reveals a circle with lines emanating outward like rays of the sun, the very meaning of Chief Petoskey’s name. Petoskey stones can be found on the beach of Good Harbor Bay and on other beaches within a fifty-mile radius of the town of Petoskey, Michigan, which was named after the Chief as well.
But to the man and woman on the beach, it is simply a beautiful stone. They continue their walk along Good Harbor Bay as the rays of dawn shine down upon them.
Memorial Marker for Chief Petosega (Petoskey) in the city of Petoskey, Michigan
Scenes of Good Harbor Bay
© 2018 Chris Mills