What goes up must come down - from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan down to Michigan.
We have friends from Florida whose summer home is in Eaton Rapids, Michigan, and Mike is anxious to see them, so he didn’t need any coaxing to leave early!
It’s cold! 36 degrees F.! We said ‘see you down the road’ to Jan and John - it was fun to travel with them - and then we were off. It was so cold that steam was coming off the water making a heavy ground fog.
We followed the coast of Lake Superior and watched the early morning sun in the mist - beautiful.
Then we crossed the bridge between Lake Superior and Lake Huron, just a solitary sailboat out in the early morning.
Today is to be a straight A to B drive, no detours! That is until we saw a sign advertising Western Wear in a town just off the Interstate. Not quite ‘just’ off, more like 10 miles, and when we got there the store looked quite unpromising. Mike said he’d get fuel while I looked for the shirt for Martin. Well, when I went inside all I saw was horse stuff - saddles, blankets, bridles, a few belts, but no shirts. When a sales person asked if she could help and I asked for shirts, she took me through the horse room, through another large room, back behind somewhere else to a large room just full of men’s shirts! It didn’t take long to find one matching Martin’s description (and hopefully his size). But then we thought - why don’t we get shirts too and surprise him? That took a bit longer, but eventually we left with 3 nice western shirts and were back on the road.
Bob had given directions, “Matilda’ was doing her job, and we soon got to the point where Bob had told us ‘when you get there, just call me’ - we did, and there he was! It was so good to see him! We followed him, and soon saw why we needed the escort - we zigged and zagged all over and finally down a dirt road where Bob turned us around in a field and then stopped in front of a barn. It was his barn, and he had an electrical hook up there for us! I looked around, didn’t see a house at all - it was 1/2 mile back from the road along a winding driveway. The land had been Bob’s grandfather’s, and when he was just little his grandfather pointed out a spot and told him it would be a good place for a house someday - and that’s where Bob eventually built his house - a lovely house complete with in-ground pool.
Margo had been busy cooking dinner, and we had a great time catching up on what we had all been doing over the summer and then enjoyed a fine meal followed by a couple of games of hillbilly rummy. We had a great evening with them - extra special because we got to meet one of their grandchildren, a son and daughter-in-law and their daughter.
It was a lovely evening, and we said good-bye to Bob and Margo, looking forward to seeing them in Florida. We went back to the trailer and had a great night’s sleep.
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