Mrs ERJ and I took a day-trip yesterday. Back in the 1970s Boy Scouts from the mid-Michigan area helped cut trails in the soon-to-open camp for the Michigan School for the Blind. I wanted to see what the place looked like.
|A Pileated Woodpecker probably made those holes.|
|Signage at the center of camp.|
|The topography is rolling, the soil is sandy and the trees are big.|
|The name is derived from Touch, Smell, Hear and Taste.|
|We stopped for gas on the way back to Eaton Rapids. I got a chuckle out of this jug of Air Brake fluid.|
We took a chance. I parked the van at the gate and left my name and phone number on the dash. We walked to the center of the camp and back.
There was evidence in the snow that others visited, at least one of whom walked his dog.
It would have been grand if we could have walked all six miles of trails, but it was not to be.