On the far side of the Silver Lake dunes, water emerges from the sand in shallow, reedy ponds. Here, tadpoles twitter and sunlight glistens in the middle of the virtual desert. And just beyond the ponds, there are grasses and trees and eventually a thick forest that sits between you and Lake Michigan.
It is in just such a spot that I found the Fair and Industrious Trudy in a rare moment of de-industrialization.
