Port Huron, Michigan
- Bobbie
- Sep 19, 2016
- 1 min read
More to come. Port Huron was like stepping pleasantly back in time. Peaceful, quiet, well kept older homes that made me feel that at any moment Dennis the menace would walk down the street. I could live there.

It was there that I learned about Petoskey stones on the banks of Lake Huron. Instead of shells, you look for the treasure of these rare stones. A local woman showed me what to look for and gave me a gift of one that she found during our lesson. More to come.
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