North Manitou Island’s magic has always had me under its spell. Upon approach, the island beckons with its northern sand shores. The water under the bow of the ferry splashes, and everyone makes ready to set foot on the island. Its an experience that never dulls over time. Typical of Northern Michigan, seagulls disperse and see about an easy meal.
I recently made my third trip to the island (my first two solo backpacking trips) to assist in making ready the trails for summer visitors. When doing trail work on longer stretches of trail, one cannot help but be humbled by the beauty that flanks the trails. This beauty is on display each season. My past experiences on the island have been in mid-to-late September–and of course this time of year the flora and fauna are enjoying their last few weeks before hunkering down for the cooler weather.
I was so delighted to visit during the spring season–a stark contrast to the tell-tale signs of autumns design. All at once a utopia appears dappled in whites, yellows and greens. Flowers and other flora along the forest floor exploit the open canopy; the leaves of the towering giants have not yet diffused the incoming solar rays. Plants just know what to do. There is such balance here.
Echoes in the trees betray the courtship rituals of resident woodpeckers.
Just recently have the countless trilliums, trout lilies and other flowers had a chance to thrive, as the whitetail deer population has been monitored closely. The deer were tipping the natural balance. During my lunch breaks, I took out my Panasonic FX-07 to document the rustic island charm that puts me under its spell.
I have never seen so many Trilliums…the best way to describe them is uncommonly dense.
North Manitou–a romantics arcadia.