The Adventures of Hip Boots

One Saturday morning in mid-February, Hugh was working in town, so I had plenty of time to wander with my camera. The lake was calm so I decided it would be a great day to go for a stroll in the lake. I couldn’t wear my Muck boots as I usually did because if I went in the water any deeper than 14 inches the water would come over the top and soak me. It was a perfect day to wear my hip boots!

I gleefully walked around the island and in the lake. The slight breeze made the wind chill drop below zero. After an hour of solid shooting, I was ready to go inside and so were my hip boots. We were both frozen. They were frozen almost to the point that I couldn’t get out of them. Very awkwardly I climbed out and went in to warm up with a big mug of rich hot chocolate.

Later I realized that something happened after I took them off — my hip boots took on a life of their own.

On my way to the outhouse I discovered them walking down the drive.

Taking a stroll.

I brought them back to the house.

Normally they stay in the breeze way, but I figured they were pretty cold.

Actually they were still frozen, so I sat them inside the front door.

It was warmer there and I hoped they would thaw out.

Nope! They still had wanderlust.

When I went to get some more wood for the fire I found them gone.

After some searching I encountered them down by the lake.

Actually they were on the lake!

“Hey, we’re having fun! We’re looking for a fishing hole. Want to join us?”

Looking for a fishing hole.

The next morning when Hugh turned his back on the stove, they decided it might be fun to help make pancakes for breakfast.

Making breakfast.

I soon realized there was no stopping them.

After lunch I asked them if they wanted to go for a walk with me.

“Sure!” they said.

“Prepare to get wet,” I replied.

Prepare to get wet!

P1000973 - Version 2When we were done they asked if they could go wave hello to a friend or two.

Chilling by the lake.%0A%22Hi Paul!%22

They promised to behave, so I let them.

When Hip Boots finally came in, they were pooped.

They decided to warm up in front of the stove while enjoying the local paper in the new rocker glider that Hugh gave me for Christmas.

Relaxing with the paper after a hard day's work.

A few days later, I found hip boots eager to be back in the lake.

Should I go in? Or not?

Well, considering how much they liked the water I decided to put them to work the next morning.

I needed some help cleaning ice out of the creek, so we could drive our Jeep through without getting stuck.

I was then able to drive to town and go to work.

They had to spend the day with me at my office and when they saw I had a massage table they climbed right on.

“We worked hard and are sore. Can we get a massage? Please?”

Ahh, this is more like it!

“Ahh, this is more like it!”


Do you know where your hip boots are?

About juliemckaycovert

I am a therapist, teacher, photographer and published author. I am a lover of life and nature. My husband, Hugh, and I live off the grid on a remote 40 acre island, Shelter Island, just off of Drummond Island in the far eastern Upper Peninsula of Michigan. This blog is about my life, a life I thought I'd never be able to live. This blog is about dreams and ideals being manifested. It is about daily events with a backwoods twist. It is about the simple pleasures and wonders being brought forth. I invite you to be inspired and even, as some friends have, live vicariously through my words.
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