When I was a little girl I spent a lot of time in Point Pelee. It is only about an hour from Detroit, where I grew up. My family would come here camping during the summer. Sometimes for weekends and sometimes my mother and I would spend a week or two while my father commuted from here to work. I remember a fence with a wooden gate leading to a dirt road. Every night my parents and I would walk up this road to a little mom and pop store for a creamsicle (the real kind, with orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream, not the ones they have today made with orange Popsicle). Then we would have a camp fire and roast marshmallows. I also remember one time when there where so many lady bugs here you couldn't step on the beach without stepping on ladybugs. Once I even saw a tree covered with Monarch Butterflies.
This fall I went back to Point Pelee for the first time in 25 or 30 years. You can no longer camp here. It is just a day park. The butterflies still migrate through here on their way to Mexico every year, but I didn't see a butterfly tree. There were a lot more people here than there used to be when I was a child. There were also a lot of tent caterpillars, more than I have ever seen anywhere. As with many things, I liked the way it was better than the way it is.
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