One of the beautiful things about marrying Kathy is that I now have a great family in Wisconsin AND a great family in Michigan. So, for us, holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving often follow a certain pattern. We’ll get done with school on Wednesday afternoon and immediately hit the road.
By about 11PM, we’ll pull into the family dairy farm at the base of the Door Peninsula. Then, I hear a litany of jokes about how bad the Lions are from a legion of Packer Backers, eat some great food and just about die of exhaustion by 10PM from all the travel.
Then, by Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend, we’ll reverse the process. We’ll spend seven hours on the tollways hoping that the gods of Chicago are friendly. We’ll pull into Monroe by about 4PM, just in time for Turkey Day #2. Then, we sleep until about 6PM on Sunday hoping that our Monday morning exhaustion won’t be too terrible.
This year, however, we are having a low-key Thanksgiving. The day began right here on the internet surfing. Pure joy, really. And then we turned on the Lions game. For lunch Kathy and I polished off some leftovers from the fridge.
By about 1:30, the Lions were down 28-3 and we decided to go for a walk. We started at Burr Ponds Park in south Adrian and followed a paved trail to Riverside Park. From there we headed north along sidewalks to the Kiwanis Trail.
The hike started in a rather strange manner. Burr Ponds Park is famous in Adrian as the place to feed the ducks. There are probably one thousand signs posted against feeding the ducks, but old habits die hard. So, the local duck population now feels that it has a birthright to food from every passing human.
As soon as we shut the doors on our car, literally a hundred ducks started marching quickly towards us. I might have been reading too much into the situation, but the ducks looked angry. Maybe they realized that every surrounding home was filled with humans feasting on their formerly-feathered cousins. Or maybe they just hadn’t seen a lot of people on this most placid of national holidays.
Whatever the case, we had to run along the trail to escape the ducks. Soon, we observed a family throwing rocks onto the mostly ice-covered ponds. I’m not sure what the intent was, but there seemed to be no end to the fun for the young couple and their son.

Soon, we reached one of the most beautiful unknown spots in Adrian. It is located at the southern edge of Riverside Park near a very old and very scenic stone rail trestle. Beneath the trestle, the South Branch River Raisin forms a series of rapids and a small waterfall. It was beautiful.
Soon, we returned to our cars for a day of shopping. Thanksgiving Day shopping is filled with a unique assortment of people. Some are extremely happy following family gatherings. One man looked as if he’d very much enjoyed more than just the turkey at his family fest.
One of the challenges of shopping on Thanksgiving is that there are very few places to eat. So, we took over the Meijer cafe, ordered one of those fully-cooked five-dollar chickens and proceeded to say grace. We thanked the Good Lord for all of our wonderful family and friends. We thanked the Meijer deli department for doing the cooking. And we breathed a satisfying sigh of relief for a perfectly mundane, normal and uneventfully special day.