MI and back, again



Ok, so blogger has gone postal on me and for the life of me I can't figure out how to make it do what I want it to do : ( But I did want to share some pic's from MI whenwe were up for my mothers funeral.



One of her favorite places was in Indian River (where she and my grandfather ran some cabins/motorcourt), call the Cross in the Woods.




Ok, so blogger has gone postal on me and for the life of me I can't figure out how to make it do what I want it to do : ( But I did want to share some pic's from MI when we were up for my mothers funeral.



One of her favorite places was in Indian River (where she and my grandfather ran some cabins/motorcourt), call the Cross in the Woods.




Ok, so blogger has gone postal on me and for the life of me I can't figure out how to make it do what I want it to do : ( But I did want to share some pic's from MI when we were up for my mothers funeral.



One of her favorite places was in Indian River (where she and my grandfather ran some cabins/motorcourt), call the Cross in the Woods.







Ok, so blogger has gone postal on me and for the life of me I can't figure out how to make it do what I want it to do : ( But I did want to share some pic's from MI when we were up for my mothers funeral.



One of her favorite places was in Indian River (where she and my grandfather ran some cabins/motorcourt), call the Cross in the Woods.








Here is Bre next to the sign for the Holy Stairs, which are marble.  You may walk up up to the cross, but not on the holy stairs.







The cross stands 55ft. tall and is made of a solid redwood tree.




Here is the explanation of the Holy Stairs, but none in our group wanted to go up on our knees.



The crucifix is made of bronze/

Thanks for letting me share.  Blessings, Beth Ann





Ok, so blogger has gone postal on me and for the life of me I can't figure out how to make it do what I want it to do : (  But I did want to share some pic's from MI when we were up for my mothers funeral. 
One of her favorite places was in Indian River (where she and my grandfather ran some cabins/motorcourt), call the Cross in the Woods.