Saginaw Series, Holiday Series, and Much More: Tahquamenon Falls

Tahquamenon Falls

Every year my husband and I try to go to these fabulous falls.

In my 13th book - Enough Kindness to Fill an Empty Heart - Corey, Beth and Rebecca go on a buying trip for the thrift store. They take a side trip to see these.

In the second book of the Saginaw Series, Bertie's Bakery Heaven Scent, Katy and Jen are overwhelmed with the majestic waterfalls in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

Tahquamenon Falls is one of the largest falls west of the Mississippi. It is about 200 feet across with a 50 foot drop. The average flow is 7,000 gallons per minute, sometimes the flow is much more like on this day.

3 comments:

RobbieOctober 6, 2016 at 9:31 AM
Love the falls and enjoy your books!!!
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