“‘Place of the Red Rock’ is a lovely piece. So full of fascinating history both natural and human, superb description, and supple feeling.” –Donna Seaman, Guest Editor, TriQuarterly
One of the first times we visited Saugatuck Dunes State Park, David and I got lost, not dangerously lost, just lost. It was 1989. The day was fine: hot, sunny, and hours and hours of daylight remained. We carried water and snacks, and we knew that Lake Michigan—that failsafe landmark—was very nearby. And anyway the parking lot where we’d left the car was no more than a mile away from the lake. This is just to say: we were not worried.
Rural southern Michigan, outside of places like Saugatuck Dunes State Park, is a funny place for a pedestrian to get lost. You’re never far from a road and you’re never far from water—useful landmarks. Swamps, however, abound and vantage points are rare. Farmland is abandoned to weeds. Second-growth woods grow taller and thicker by the year, and roads, industrial parks, and subdivisions, more numerous. So getting lost, especially on foot, is less a matter of wilderness survival than of dodging the sort of discomfort and danger that proliferate when land is used up in random, hair-brained ways, and nature asserts itself impressively in whatever scraps are overlooked. Think thickets of brambles, 85-mph traffic, and muck. There is beauty everywhere, especially near lakes and rivers, but there is plenty of un-beauty, too. Of course, how things look is only part of the beauty or un-beauty, especially once you’re sensitized to ecology.
Knowing things like: monarch butterflies migrate from Canada to Mexico—thousands of miles—and that they stop for rest and nourishment (milkweed nectar) in the Saugatuck Dunes make the dunes more beautiful to me, as do the memories of the barred owl I saw watching me once in broad daylight from a grove of mature red oaks, hornbeams, and cherry trees, after hearing it call, countless times, just after dusk, and of the puff adder in full-flare we saw on our first hike with newborn Sophie.
On that day of getting lost briefly in the furnace of a southern Michigan summer, we didn’t yet know these things about the neighborhood. I hadn’t yet sat in the sand on a late summer evening, watching a Lake Michigan sunset with friends, as monarchs floated all around us, as I would many times. That day, we never did reach the beach. I was so hot I didn’t register the shade of the red pines and red oaks or the comfort of that fragrance I first inhaled on Lake Superior when I was so young and small that a quarter mile path to the beach seemed like a hike.
Nowadays I seek out that shade and fragrance and I know just where to find them. I did take in enough of the forest, the hills of sand, and the vistas of dune grass to know that I wanted to come back. And of course it did not hurt that the inland sea of my personal mythology, Lake Michigan, presses up against those hills—indeed, made them. My very first efforts at moving my own body from here to there occurred when I was a few months old, within reach of the lake’s waves and within sight of its dunes. My parents had left me there on a blanket and strolled a little ways down the wrack line. They turned to see me scooting for the water.
There are those who contend that too much ecosystem saving is motivated by nostalgia and a desire to keep things the way they were, but the “saving” of land often means letting natural systems hold the majority sway there. In other words, leave enough of it wild that undomesticated living things of all kinds have space to live and that this living web remains whole or mostly whole, which is not only not the same as static, it can’t be. Wildlife professor, the late Aldo Leopold, laid out this phenomenon beautifully in A Sand County Almanac. He named the phenomenon “land,” which, he wrote, “is not merely soil; it is a fountain of energy flowing through a circuit of soils, plants, and animals.” That fountain of energy, of course, is nothing less than life. How differently land use would be discussed if we took this scientist’s hard-earned wisdom to heart.
A note from Alison Swan
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