I was raised on the shores of Lake Michigan. My home growing up was 6 miles from Holland State Park. A typical summer weekend involved a top-down Jeep ride or a bike ride out to see the lake. It was interesting to experience the same lake from a different perspective.
We’ve made the trip from the south back to Michigan a number of times.
Every time, we say we’re going to take it slow on the backroads. There are states like Kentucky that we have filled in on our map but have barely experienced.
We don’t want to be in a hurry. We want to stay where the weather is warmer and the trees fuller.
Every time we put a schedule in place for the summer, Michigan cranks up a big electromagnet and we can’t fight it. We get sucked home sooner than planned, choosing to get in place and get over the “traveling to stationary” transition as soon as possible.
A Slight Diversion
While looking wistfully at the map for a new route home I had a lead on some work come in from the Chicago area. The timing and location worked out so we proposed an in-person meeting and the potential client agreed.
We course-adjusted, got to Indiana Dunes State Park, and immediately came down with a serious case of Spring Flu.
Tiny Living and Sickness
Close quarters and a shared bathroom means if one of us gets sick we are all going to. The kids were first this time and then me. MsBoyink waited a couple of days before giving in.
We cancelled the client meeting and hung out at the State Park trying to recover. We watched the activity in the park drop along with the temperatures until it was just us and some random snowflakes.
I commented earlier this year that I missed snow a little. I miss the pure mid-winter snow that covers the landscape and enables fun. This was a last-minute taunt as winter left the building and we were in no mood for it.