As it turned out, the best weather came and went before noon, so that when we headed out on a wee afternoon trek, we traveled under overcast skies and shivered as a cutting breeze cooled us when we strolled the banks of the Grand River. The river was unaffected, merely dark and flowing, independent of the weather we noticed with every step.
The Guru asked if the Grand River goes through Grand Rapids, and of course it does. Its mouth is at Grand Haven. Yes, Grand Ledge is on the Grand River, too. Thoughtful naming convention…?