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Take me to my peacefull place
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 Created on 6-9-07
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In the distance you could see more cliffs some with holes carved from water eons ago, and one with man made stair.
It feels so safe, relaxing, and dreamy. You just want to sit and stay forever. Truly phenomenal it is.
Following the stairs up I could see that there were dozens of little paths thru the sand and pine trees.
Walking along the shore line it gets you it makes you feel so enlightened, so fantastic.
And then you just know, Deep down inside, that one breath that tells you that this is your peaceful place.
You continue along the cliffs thru some sand trails. To the right of you are big beautiful million dollar handmade houses, a church, and even a convent. I've once heard that under the convent is a secret passage that leads underground, under the street and to the other side where the little church sits. But I'll get back to that story in a minute.
As you approach the second rock from the beginning you notice a little man made fence, that separates the property line. Its old, you can tell that it was put together with lakeshore rocks, very neatly stacked, and sealed with cement. It borders one another million dollar handmade home. On the north side of the fence stands a little sign, it reads "No diving shallow water"
Walking out onto it I felt a little shaky, a little nervous, scared if you will. You could tell it was safe, but if you slipped off the edge you would have a nice little free fall and then become "one with nature".
I didn't go all the way out to the edge I was too wussy for that but I did stay and take in all its beauty.
From the top you could see the first rock, and see that it was slowly decaying away. It made me want to climb up on top of it and seize the day sort of speak.
Ahh, my peaceful place. It's real, it's glorious, and it sits all alone.
The place is just a few hundred miles way; you can make a day trip of it. It's called "Turnip Rock" and sits along all its beauties of Lake Huron. When I was a bit younger I remember people saying that if you had never seen it; you should. But no one seemed to know just how toaccess it by foot. We had gone on many searches to find this place they call breath taking, but never any luck.
Then one day while I was working as a waitress I overheard one of my customers talking about Turnip Rock. So I worked it into conversation and had told the ladies that I had been looking for it for sometime, and heard that it was amazing. That's all it took, the one of the lady had started telling me about the history of ol' Turnip. It turns out the reason why we could never find it was because it sits along side a private gulf course and about a hundred private homes. You have to live there or know someone to gain access.
The lady ended up inviting us out for a walk. She told us that back in late 1800's it was used as a shipping port for fish, and homemade drinks. Now the break wall is crumbled and the secret caves are closed in. It housed the light keeper and his family, had its own church, Christian school, and dozens of local residents. Thus became the town of Point Aux Barques.
Today you enter thru the gated gulf course, and follow the road back past the tennis courts, horse's and the endless wilderness. There is a whole little city just sitting there. The tour lady told us that all of the houses were brought across the lake by logs, brave men and horses. And what wasn't hulled there was hand built by the townsmen. What is the club house now use to house the seasmen and hold fine little gatherings was also hand built. Four stories high, it had 27 bedrooms, a large dinning room, a kitchen, many bathrooms, and its fair share of other rooms. Behind it you could see the original water tower, all made of wood – kinda like that one on that 70's show.
I recently read something on the golf course stated that: "Golf Digest named it the 12th best golf destination in the world"
How amazing can that be, such a wonderful, beautiful place, right in our back yard. And hardly anybody knows about. Not even searching thru the World Wide Web will tell you how to access it. (Well by foot, not by boat).
But I guess it's good to keep these little secret places hidden from society once in awhile. If everyone knew about it than I suppose it wouldn't be my own "peaceful place."
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Please Login to post comments| On August 14th 2007 nickandfallon Said : | |
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I really liked this story, because i felt like i was right there! Great job, and i like how the story was laid out! |
