Something's Fishy

Last night, we met some friends in a little town north of here for a fish boil.  Having never been to a fish boil, I wasn't sure what to expect.  It takes place at an orchard that was started in the late 1800's.  They originally had peach trees, then added cherry trees and now also have a market, plus the fish boil.  The woman who owns it is "Aunt Bea".  Not THE Aunt Bea, but Aunt Bea none-the-less.  Here are some pics from the event:

The market has homemade pastries, pies, and produce, 

besides the typical souvenir shop fare.

Homemade jams and jellys

 The pot of boiling water that the potatoes, onions

and fish will go in.  

Did I mention 6 pounds of salt, too?

 Two handsome young bucks

 Aunt Bea giving the history of the farm

 When everything is fully cooked, they throw 

kerosine on the fire so the fish oil at the top 

of the pot will boil over.

 Some of the other guests

 Aunt Bea and her helper taking the baskets of food

out of the boiling water.

 Dinner is served--potatoes, onions, and fish.

They also had cole slaw, bread and other amenities.

 Cherry pie and ice cream for dessert

 They have a huge herb garden on the property.

The field of lavender

The only disappointment was the bathroom situation.

I hate portajohns.

After dinner, we drove a little farther north to our friends' cottage in the little town of Pentwater.  My family used to go camping there when I was a child.  We also stayed at the marina in our boat when I was a teen.

It's changed a lot since the 60's. 

 We decided to walk through town.

 The whole town was heading to Lake Michigan to watch the sunset.

 One of the older houses in Pentwater

 Cute little street on the way to the beach

Unfortunately my camera battery died and I didn't

get any pictures of the beautiful sunset.

Bummer!