It's just one of many spots along US Route 2 between Escanaba and St. Ignace where you can just pull over, and walk the beach for miles. A lot more driftwood came to rest at this Rest Area than the others.
Some were crawling with fungus, moss, and lichens.
One especially gnarly tree stump stood out. It held out some rocks.
When I looked closer, I saw this poem written on it.
A soul of water
A soul of stone
A soul of fire
A soul unknown
Near the rock bowl, I saw another poem.
I couldn't read it. I took some close-up shots so I could try again later.
I think it says...
The years unmake
Our flesh
Our bone
The soul is all
And all alone
I searched the beach for a nice rock to add to the stump's collection...
...I found one, washed it off, and dropped it in.
