OK this might be another yawn, the mouth of the Bass River where it drains into the Grand River. Everything was iced up so it is hard to see in this picture what is Bass River, or the Grand River, or just a field. But it was a fun walk, we had to cross a rushing stream on logs.
Well this is where we crossed, doesn't look like much of a rushing creek. Hm. But the sun was shining.
Bass River Rec Area Parking
Dried Queen Anne's Lace
Frozen Bass Lake (or Max Lake, I've always called it Bass Lake although Bass River doesn't flow directly into this "lake" which was dug when this area was mined for gravel).
The last two photos are from the van as we drove through the countryside.
Maybe two more months, probably three months until we see wildflowers bloom here in Michigan.