Diane Ross
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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.