So Rachel and I decided to take a little summer vacation and go camping at a small town on the western coast of Michigan called Pentwater. We began our stay at the local state park, which was really nice. It had great facilities and was right by the beach, so we were camping on sand, which was pretty comfortable. After our first day, however, we were forced to travel to our permanent campsite at a place called "Whispering Surf". A more appropriate name would have been "Festering Hellhole". This place was far from the beach, infested with mosquitos, and the bathroom looked like the one those dudes were locked in in that first Saw movie. BAD STUFF.
Luckily, I called the state park and they had a cancellation, and thus were able to let us come back. We got a sweet campsite right by the beach, and all was right with the world. Well, until the weather rolled in. We were like ants, and God kept destroying our home every night, just to have us build it back up the next day. Rachel kept her spirits high, even when bailing water after our tent was upturned one night. I was slightly more grumpy. All things considered though, it was a great time, and we both decided to make it an annual trip. You can check out the rest of our pics here.
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