Drove up to Pere Marquette beach today to get some photos of the wavy sand dunes that had built up over the winter. I envisioned some great low level buzzing of the beach. Instead, we saw that much work has been accomplished to flatten the wide beach back down. Worse, my drone issued a flight warning on takeoff. I had blundered into a “hard landing” previously and must have damaged a fragile propeller. My drone would still fly, but was insistently warning of impending doom, so i did not risk going too far, especially not over water.
So a few photos from 50 feet would have to suffice. A long view of the wide beach. A far view of the Muskegon lights… and a view of our favorite beach shack restaurant. They are expanding their seating for the upcoming season. Can’t wait to return when our governor allows us that freedom.
Our governor did partially drop her longstanding gasoline pump fetish (she believes gas pumps were a significant source of Covid-19 spread… no, they are not). Anyway, as of today you are allowed to gas up your car and drive to your summer home, or the golf course… but not use a golf cart. Greenhouses will now be able to sell their plants. And the fishing boats are now allowed to venture where only sailboats and kayaks once dared to go.
We left immediately after her televised speech. I actually give her an A-… she probably calmed down the angry mobs demanding her to “free the hostages”. As we drove up, we passed three golf courses. Golfers we already out. Passed two marinas also, where were observed boats rapidly exiting dry docks.
Oh… and that “hard landing”? Yes, it was really a minor crash of my drone. A smile and nod to my Aircraft Engines days. I once asked an engineer what a hard landing was. We were recycling engine parts from an engine involved in one. He said, “It means a crash.” Seems no one wants to fly in planes with engines containing parts from a crash. Yes… hard landing is much more comforting.