Pine River in northern Michigan has been a favorite spot for me since visiting as a boy, with my grandparents on summer vacations. The gentle melody of water rushing over the rocks still whispers a memory from around the bend. It’s also a place where you can take a diversion down a two-lane back road with the only sound the pine cones crunching under the tires. And who knows? You may meet a local resident while walking along a secluded path.
Photo Challenge: Favorite Place