|Cedar and birch|
There are small areas here in the eastern edge of the peninsula that are high enough and have built up enough forest humus to support the hardwoods that give us the most color, but to truly appreciate the spectacle, one has to go west. Which is what we did last week.
|Maple stand in Eastern U.P|
|Grand Island and Munising Bay|
|Lower Tahquamenon Falls|
But back at home or nearer to it, fall means clear air and a golden light and new discoveries every day. A few weeks ago we were driving the back roads near Rudyard when we came upon a field full of sand hill cranes. It's been a few years since we've seen them gathering, and it's about time for their migration. Michigan is one of many flyways as they move from the far north to the places where they winter.
A family of cranes has nested across the bay, within sight with binoculars, but this is the first year we've seen them on our shore.
Yesterday as we walked our circular mile, we kept hearing the cranes but couldn't see them. Finally, as we came to a clearing, I looked up and saw them by the dozens high in the sky. They're leaving now and I'm not ready to say goodbye.
|Sand Hill Cranes heading South|
|Young trees in fall|
|A carpet of leaves|
|Tamaracks in fall|
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