Several brothers in the Russell family began settling here around 1839 and it became known as the "Russell Settlement". It later became known as "Bonanza" and a Post Office with that name was established in 1880.
When the Detroit, Lansing and Northern Railroad (later the Pere Marquette Railroad) was built through the area in the 1880s, the village was moved about a mile southwest. At that time the name was changed to "Lake Odessa", derived from the nearby Jordan Lake and the name of Odessa Township, which had been established in 1846. (1)
My family and I traveled to the village of Lake Odessa to vacation in a small old-fashioned resort located on the shores of Lake Jordon.
These old clapboard 1920s rustic cabins were not nice enough to be called cottages; IMO they were true
"Michigan Cabins" which is not to be confused with cabins in the Rocky Mountains where they can be quite grand and large.
Friends of my family, Elizabeth and Franklin Grove lived in Lake Odessa. He was a psychologist at the nearby Ionia Prison and she was known as the nicest and most beautiful woman in town. The two of them were always having friends from Western Michigan come to their home for various Alanon meetings. At one of these meetings my folks met a nice couple who owned a resort. They invited them to stay a week as their personal summer guests.
My parents felt it would be nice to have us all together for a vacation and accepted the offer. All it would cost them was gas and food money which fit their tight budget that year.
I was not crazy about the idea of being stuck in the woods but decided to be a good sport about it for the sake of family togetherness. After three days of being couped up in that miserable little place with four other people I was beginning to hyperventilate for lack of alone time. I had been out on my own for sometime and was used to my privacy.
Down by the lake there was a row boat which I saw as my ticket to freedom.
The owners of the camp assured me that the boat was included with the cabin. It turned out that Lake Jordon was connected to Gun Lake by a long channel which I could row through and have a nice little outing. They assured me it was a fairly short trip and shouldn't take more than two hours to get through the channel even if I rowed slowly.
Grabbing my Carlton Cigarettes, back pack and a bottle of Coke, I began rowing. It felt so good to be alone! Before long I entered into the connecting channel. I felt like I was in a Jungle Movie as I rowed through the brush and under low hanging
branches. The eeriness of it made me breathe hard, yet the serenity and beauty of it all calmed me down.
After rowing for about an hour I heard a far away rumbling and feared a storm was headed my way.
For me, a thunderstorm was not just a thunderstorm.
I'm afraid to walk from my car into the house at the least little rumble. Not just a little scarred, I mean terrified and panic stricken.
I tried to get a hold of myself to figure out what I was going to do. Should I turn around and go back? Or did I keep rowing trusting I was getting close to Gun Lake? There were no houses or signs of human life along this channel. It primarily looked like I was traveling along a swamp with no solid land.
(Did I mention one of my biggest fears was to be on the water in a boat during a a thunder and lightening storm?)
I decided that I had to be closer to Gun Lake than Lake Odessa and my best course of action was to keep rowing.
I picked up my speed and rowed as fast as I could. After what seemed like forever I finally saw the opening of the channel in to Gun Lake.
I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to row towards the long row of summer homes.
The thunder was getting louder and I could see lightening in the distance. I stayed close to the shore line and finally rowed up to where I thought I could get out and tow the boat ashore, however as I gingerly lowered my bare foot into what looked like shallow water my foot never found bottom.
Grabbing on to the boat I got back in and continued rowing towards the line of summer homes.
Soon I tied the boat to the rickety old dock that looked like part of a child's cobbled up campsite (judging by the nearby tree-house).
By now the sky was alive with bolts of lightening and the rain began pouring down; I ran faster than I had ever run in my life towards the cottages.
I stumbled a few times over the rough terrain and began crying. My heart felt like it was going to give out but I was more afraid of the lightening which was coming down all around me as well as the booming thunder.
Soon I found shelter in an entrance way of a boat garage and collapsed into a lawn chair. I should of felt safe by now, but I didn't. It was if the lightening was hunting me down and would find me if I didn't get inside somewhere.
I began hollering hoping someone would come to my rescue. Before long a little old lady with a bag of wooden clothes pins and fresh laundry came out from behind a car port and said:
"What's the matter deary...?"
I was never so happy to see another human being in all my life. She told me her name was Minnie Miller and tried to calm me down. I told her my name and what had happened and the name of the resort where my family was staying. I sobbed out the entire story including getting out the boat at the channel entrance and finding there was no bottom under the muck.
Minnie stood their listening to me sympathetically and after I got my story all out she put her hand on my shoulder and said:
"It's a wonder you are alive. There's been fishermen who tried getting out where you did and were never found. You throw a log in where you are and it never comes back up. That's all deep quick sand along that shore."
Minnie invited me into her daughter's cottage and fixed me a grilled cheese sandwich with a slice of tomato in the middle and poured me a cup of coffee.
Outside the thunder and lightening increased and suddenly the lights went out and we were in semi - darkness.
She turned on a floor model 1940s wooden radio that was powered by a car battery. It took awhile to find a local station that told us all of Ionia County was under a tornado watch until midnight.
About that time we heard the old wooden screen door slam and a voice call out, is anybody in here?
It was two men from the sheriffs department who had heard there was a young girl running along the shore line as if she was in trouble.
After relating my story to them Officer Titus said:
"All the phone lines are down. We'll have to find somebody to go over to the resort to let your family know you are okay, but quite frankly I think you had better plan on staying put for the night and baton down the hatches."
Minnie spoke up and said:
"Officer my invalid husband is at home alone and needs me there to give him his medicine. I can't stay here and my daughter won't be back until tomorrow late in the afternoon. Not only that, I'm a diabetic and need my medicine soon."
Officer Titus looked at Officer Marchon
and replied to her:
"It's okay Minnie, Officer Marchon is going your way on another call and he will take you home. I will stay here with Babe if it is okay with you for her to stay here."
Minnie replied:
"Oh of course Officer, that will be just fine. My daughter has guests here all the time during the summer. We're set up for it."
Office Marchon interjected:
"Officer Titus's mother lives next door so he can keep an eye on both Babe and your daughter's cottage until the storm lifts. He was just about to go off duty in 15 minutes."
Minnie heaved a sigh of relief and said: "Oh, that will work out just great! Help yourself to anything you need- food, pajama's or whatever. I am glad to know someone will be here keeping an eye on things."
With that Officer Marchon left and I collapsed into the big comfy leather chair while Officer Titus built a fire in the old stone fireplace.
He found candles and started cooking up some bacon fried green tomatoes and scrambled eggs.
Officer Titus looked at me and said:
"You are a mess! Why don't you go take a shower while we still have water? By the time you get back your dinner will be ready. BTW you can call me Paul."
For the first time I noticed what a striking man he was. He had to be at least ten years older than me but young enough to still have that boyish look about him.
I told him thanks and scooted over to the downstairs bath and bedroom where I found a clean white cotton shirt and boxer shorts.
After my shower I looked in the dresser mirror and ran my fingers through my long hair and dabbed on some lipstick and Charlie Cologne that Minnie's daughter had left on the dresser.
The smell of bacon made me hurry up my beauty routine and within 10 minutes I was sitting by the fireplace with Paul eating what tasted like the best food I had ever eaten. The rain continued pouring down but now I was not afraid and felt warm, safe
and wonderful.
We chatted and laughed like we had known each other all of our lives. In the midst of it all Paul found a wine rack with an assortment of Leelanou Wines. The
one Paul selected was a Sutton's Bay 1999 Late Harvest Riesling Chateau de Leelanou - a Gold Medal Winner at the Michigan State Fair. Paul assured me I would like it and that everyone always did. I was impressed.
The rain continued pounding down and before long my eyes began to close and I fell asleep on Paul's lap right on the sofa where we'd been keeping our vigil of all the storm going ons. I didn't remember how my head got on his lap, but it did because that's where I found it.
How long I had been sleeping was anyones guess, but I awoke feeling Paul's fingers running through my hair and a growing hardness beneath my head.
He leaned over and kissed my forehead and then my mouth and then my neck. There was no way I wanted
him to stop.
Paul unbuttoned my shirt and his lips found my hard erect nipples. He drew them one at a time into his mouth playing his tongue all around them and finally sucking on them like a hungry baby.
I was wide awake now and found myself removing my shirt and shorts to sit naked before him while I eagerly unzipped him and threw his belt aside.
He stood up to empty his pockets and take off his gun and holster. Laying it on the fireplace mantle he dropped his pants onto the hard wood floor as he removed his shirt. I lay on the sofa marveling at his silhouette cast against the fire light and the enormity of his upright cock in the shadows.
I got up off the sofa and walked over to where he stood. I pressed my body against him and felt his hands grab my bare ass as I spread the lips of my vagina to allow his steel hard shaft entrance to my hungry wet cunt.
As we stood holding each other in front of the fire we began moving slowly in rhythm - in and out -in and out - fucking each others bare naked bodies like two wild animals while the thunder and lightening crashed all around us.
Something broke loose on the roof and we dove for the sofa and the safety of its niche.
With barely losing a beat Paul fell onto the sofa with me on top controlling the movement of my hips as he guided me up and down his steel rod filling me up and making me want more and more. I rode him and rode him oblivious to whatever the hell was crashing around us until I cried out as if in defiance of the storm :
"Fuck me Paul, fuck me, keep fucking me baby, OMG yes I love it like this! Never ever stop, keep it going, keep it going, OMG yes. I love you, I adore you. Fuck me, fuck me, make your ass work for me...OMG..."
Paul was doing most of the work and me most of the talking until we began losing control and he said:
"Fuck me Babe, fuck me, take me over that big fucking mountain, take me babe straight the hell into heaven! I can't hold back much longer.......Oh Babe.....OMG cum with me...."
I joined in his oohing and ahhing going over the mountain with him in one final big squish as his cock landed smack on my G-Spot and our voices came together in moaning unison:
"OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG............."
Without assessing the damage to the cottage we fell fast asleep in each others arms to the pounding of the rain on the tin roof - never waking up until just before dawn.
Before we pitched into to clean up the storm damages we firmed up our plans to continue our romance by renting this cottage from Minnie's daughter the next weekend it was available.
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Footnote:
(1) Data Source: Wiki
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