This is the sixth post in this limited series of excursions taken on early weekday mornings in the month of June. If you missed the reason I ventured out so early, you can read about it here.
This excursion was on June 22nd and began at Dingell Park on a gorgeous, almost nippy, Pure Michigan morning. After hanging out at the pavilion area, I meandered along the boardwalk, chattin’ it up with a fisherman or two and checking out their catch of the day. My journey took me to the River’s Edge Marina and back.
Lingering at the Dingell Park Pavilion.
I was positioned at the pavilion in search of seagulls, hoping to collect a few funny shots of them. One cruised lazily overhead. But unfortunately no seagulls alighted on the pavilion or boardwalk railings while stealing a glance to see if I cared to share some breakfast with them.
Mallards lined up orderly on a log while preening or snoozing …
… and one duck alternately dabbled and paddled nearby.
There was nothing much to see here, but the spider webs on the “No Fishing” sign.
But it was an idyllic setting. A fisherman cut his motor off and dropped a line.
Suddenly, the ducks plopped off the log into the water and sped toward, then beneath the pavilion – what in the world? The seagulls likewise exited the sky. So what was up?
Mystified, I shaded my eyes from the bright sun and looked out onto the water – nothing amiss there. I decided to walk down the boardwalk. When I whirled around, I had my answer why everyone left in a hurry: a Red-Tailed Hawk! How long had it been lurking up there and why didn’t I turn around sooner as it was looming large in the tree right behind where I was standing?!?!
That Hawk’s appearance sure explained the absence of ducks and seagulls. After we checked each other out, Mr. Hawk left.
The early bird catches the worm.
Evidently there had already been some fisherpersons lurking about, as I saw several containers of night crawlers along the boardwalk.
I stopped this gentleman to peer into his bucket of fish and he had just landed one, so I asked him to pose with it. I learned it was a Wide-Mouthed Bass in case you fish aficionados out there wanted to know.
Well, nothing much was happenin’ on the Boardwalk either, save for a heron that blitzed by me, shrieking its head off …
… as if I was tormenting it. I wondered if Mr. Hawk would tangle with Mr. Heron and decided the latter was safe and did not need me running interference for it.
Along the way to the Marina.
Since photo pickin’s were slim at Dingell Park, I decided to walk to the River’s Edge Marina, about a half-mile away. In the past, I used to walk from home, down Emmons Boulevard, across the double set of railroad tracks, then I’d stop at the Marina before returning home. That was a nice, four-mile jaunt to a picturesque place, where the rowing club usually pushed off early Saturday morning and sometimes, if I was lucky, I’d see the train crossing in the background, its boxcars gaily decorated with graffiti which reflected nicely on the calm water. It was a trip I made almost all year around, but usually on the weekend, in case I got stopped by a long train. After I discovered Council Point Park in 2013, the trips here were few and far between. The boardwalk stretches along the Detroit River at Jefferson Avenue.
This dock looks a little desolate.
I wondered if there was a boating incident/death when I saw this memorial.
The reflections were great, but the train was nowhere to be seen in this scene.
It was serene, the water very calm, with no boaters, rowers … not even a single duck had ventured out. I returned to Dingell Park, taking a photo of the pavilion area as I walked toward it.
It wasn’t the longest walk I’ve been on in Summer when I can leave earlier and get in extra steps – I went three miles. I could afford to be generous and give myself some slack regarding my lack of steps since it was only June. (I hope I don’t get to the last days of 2021 and then be missing a couple of miles which I could have done that day.)