A random tour of the bay that my mother (generously) insisted on giving Micah late one afternoon in Michigan. The water was glass until we hit "international waters" around the lip of the bay. She even let him drive home.
I had completely forgotten about this outing until I just now randomly found these photos in some poorly organized folder on my desktop. They completely caught me off-guard, and made my heart ache with nostalgia, and confirmed (along with my rapidly-fading tanlines) just how much closer we are now to autumn than summer.