As mentioned previously, last week's adventure was not part of our summer plans. We do have two trips planned, but this one was spur of the moment.
I've learned that having a reliable vehicle makes me more likely to hit the road.
It was also the only somewhat empty week in July.
I learned I can get a whole lot done in eight hours when I make my mind up to it. Bills paid, laundry pushed through and karate quickly switched - we were ready.
We hit the road at 7am Tuesday morning.
had I known how much the kid's would bicker about those kid's meal cars, I would have insisted that Wendy order one too.
We made a few stops. The necessary pee stop, the gas stop, the stop to look for a pirate flag stop, Clyde's Drive Thru in St. Ignace (yum), a coffee stop and a stop to pick up my mom's car in Ishpeming.
The flag stop amused me the most.
We had stopped for gas at the Shell station in Mackinac City as it was there that we could knock the 'buy fudge' item off of Brian's summer manifesto, and my thought that it would be a good place to look for a pirate's flag for the boy's new backyard crows nest.
They didn't have one, but their sister store a few blocks down did, so there we went.
I ran into the shop alone and headed straight to the register where it was being held for me. There was an elderly woman in front of me, about late seventies, early eighties. She was a self-proclaimed bus touring traveler, and was purchasing a string bag to contain all her loose belongings.
Once she had dug out enough assorted change to pay for the bag, and looked over to kindly apologize to me for the wait - to which I just nodded and smiled, she was ready to put her new purchase to work.
The also elderly man at the register proceeded to cut the tags and began stuffing the bag ever so carefully. (I think he knew as well as I did, that too much strain and that bag was going to split at the seams) The belongings all in, he walked around the counter and helped her put it on. Loosen your arm. Give me your hand. Reach a little further back - there you go!
We both helped her get those stubborn strings over her bulky sweatshirt. All on and tucked in, they realized at the same time that the fudge hadn't made it into the bag. Reverse the order - bend the arm, string bag off, insert fudge and do it all over again.
She had also instructed that the bag had to be placed so that the Mackinac City, MI emblem was facing her back - "So my son won't disown me"
All done, she took the clerk's hand, and my hand and exclaimed, "I'm from Ohio, and I just LOVE you people from Michigan"
Maybe you had to be there.
We got to my mom's in time to unpack, run to the store to stock up on groceries for the week, get back and make dinner, take a walk (Wendy and I - it's very rare that I don't get my 10,000 steps in, and I got them in on that travel day) and wind down before bed.