Return to Port Huron

Several times a year, The Cheat gets nostalgic and requires a trip to Port Huron, Michigan, the place where the two of us were joined together in marital bliss. Sunday was such a day, after plans for a previous engagement fell through.

It was perfect weather for a trip to PH. Here we are with the bright blue waters of the St. Clair River behind us. On the other side of the Blue Water Bridge in the background is the very southern tip of Lake Huron. That's Canada you see on the right hand side of the picture. Needless to say, we try and avoid Canada.

Here's The Cheat walking along the river at the new waterfront park. I wrote about this as a newspaper reporter in Port Huron when it was nothing more than a far-fetcthed dream. I was so glad to see it worked out even better than I'd imagined.

It's our very second apartment together. The first one only lasted a couple weeks since the sum total of our Earthly possessions more than doubled (way more) once the female member of the family moved in. The top floor apartment of this converted warehouse is where we spent most of our first year of marriage. The top window on the right side of the building was our bedroom.
Peering out the car window as two freighters pass each other right in front of us, a pretty regular occurrence.

Don't jump! I still love you.














The Cheat really wanted you guys to see this. This picture is the point where the slow moving Black River joins the much faster moving St. Clair River. Though the Black River isn't necessarily dirtier, sediment suspended in air (or water or whatever) combined with light creates the appearance that the water is brown. It's not. No more than the St. Clair's water is blue. But it is a cool shot, no?

There's the honeymooners. Not a bad self-portrait.

It was a nice day. But it's been an amazing six and a half years of marriage.