We went to Seney National Wildlife Refuge today. The 36 Hours column, in the travel section of the New York Times yesterday wrote up Michigan’s UP. In their always frenetic, whirlwind tours, the closest itinerary item to us was Seney. We figured that we better get there before all of those New Yorkers showed up or at least the one that we are expecting. This way we can now act as tour guides of some repute. Believe it or not this was both Anne’s and mine’s first time. We arrived in time to catch the 10 o’clock ~3 hour tour. It was great. We saw, so many birds: Trumpeter swans and cygnets, Loons and chicks, Sandhill cranes, a Bald eagle, Ospreys, etc., etc.
After the tour, we checked-out for lunch. We went to Andy’s Seney Bar or as I prefer, Andy’s Seedy Bar. It’s a redneck bar that had bumper stickers on the wall behind the bar that said it all: ‘Charleston Heston is my President’, ‘Homer, Alaska, a quaint drinking village’ and the pièce de résistance, ‘Andy’s Seney Bar – In Seney you don’t lose your woman, you just lose your turn’. I don’t think that Andy’s made the 36 Hours itinerary. After lunch, we did a hike. It was buggy, but I did get the photo for this post.
On the way home, we were listening to Terry Gross’s Fresh Air show. There was an article commemorating the fiftieth anniversary of the Door’s song, Light My Fire topping the pop charts. This news made us feel so old, but here are some new lyrics:
Come on baby light my fire,
Try to set the night on fire,
But use the Damn bellows.