Several blog readers have been asking me if I was going to drive over the Mackinac Bridge, or if I was going to wimp out and have Terry drive our motorhome over the bridge. High bridges terrify me, and last year I debated whether or not to drive the bridge, finally deciding that sooner or later, I really needed to man up and face the things that scare me. So I did it. This year, I decided what the heck, I have nothing to prove. I know I can do it if I need to, but I don’t have to, so I didn’t. Is that a step backward? I don’t really care. 🙂
We left the Sault Ste Marie Elks lodge about noon, stopped at the Soo Locks Campground just down the street to dump our holding tanks and hook up the Explorer to our Blue Ox tow bar, and then promptly got lost in the construction zones that seem to stretch from Maine to California. Eventually we managed to find our way onto Interstate 75 southbound, and about 30 miles north of the bridge we stopped and changed drivers.
There was a bit of a breeze, but the predicted thunderstorms had not developed. Weather on the bridge was clear and calm, with a 100% chance of sniveling. Actually, it wasn’t too bad. You’d be amazed at what you can’t see when you wrap the window curtains around your head! 🙂
Miss Terry did a fine job, just like she does with everything else, and soon enough the bridge was behind us and we turned onto U.S. 31, which winds its way along the Lake Michigan shoreline, through the busy resort towns of Petoskey and Charlevoix, and on to Traverse City. Dozens of sailboats dotted the water, and as we drove along the waterfront in Traverse City, the beaches were crowded.
We stopped for fuel, and arrived at my cousin’s house, a few miles south of town a little after 4 p.m. We got parked and hooked up water and electric, and settled in, then had dinner.
There are a lot of trees on my cousin Terry’s property, and this is the first place where our Winegard Trav’ler automatic rooftop satellite TV dish has not been able to lock onto a signal. I have been teasing my pal Greg White for months, every time I saw him setting up his portable dish, that all I have to do is push a button, so I thought that it was only fair to call Greg and admit that we couldn’t get a signal. Well, that, and because we have never used our crank up air antenna, and I couldn’t remember how to switch the TV over to get the signal, and I needed Greg to walk me through it. 🙂
We’ll be driveway camping here for the next week, living on 20 amp electric, so I hope it cools down. I don’t think we can run our air conditioner on the limited power we have.
Thought For The Day – Cling to your imperfections, they are what make you unique.