M-I-C… K-E-Y… You know what comes next

We left Houghton Lake around 10 this morning. The Uncly Uncle and The Beautiful Gay were getting ready to head back to Gaylord and Lizard Breath will stay there as long as she wants to. When we left, it was warm and sunny and beautiful and it’s always hard to leave Houghton Lake when it is like that, especially when you are driving north and Gloom and Doom is on the radar screen.

Nevertheless, we had quite a few miles of good driving until a huge gust of wind hit the Ninja during a rain storm maybe 10 miles south of the Big Mac bridge. I slowed down to about 60 (speed limit 75) immediately and totally lost the GG, who was traveling ahead of me in the Frog Hopper.

We eventually reunited in the St. Ignace Family Fare grokkery store parking lot, a pre-arranged stop. As often happens, the Big Mac was relatively calm. At Family Fare I had to put on my rain jacket to get inside. For reasons I cannot explain, my rain jacket was in the passenger seat next to me. I bet the GG was surprised that I had that much foresight to have a rain jacket within easy reach *in* my car but it wasn’t foresight, it was a total accident.

After we got grokkeries (the GG gets breakfast stuff and I get everything else, which is efficient), we discussed whether or not to eat lunch in Iggy. We didn’t but then (after a torrential rainstorm between Iggy and Rudyard), we were driving thru Brimley and the GG signaled a right turn at Lazy Bob’s Jack’s Grub and Pub. As I followed him into the parking lot, none other than The Grinch (my cousin) was walking into Jack’s! So we ate lunch with my cousin and one of his co-workers. What a cool coincidence and a wonderful welcome back to the moominbeach!

It was still raining cats and dogs when we got here so schlepping all of our stuff into the moomincabin wasn’t as easy as it often is but it isn’t the first time I’ve unloaded in the rain here so been there done that. So, there’s a lot of rain here but maybe that will be good for the blueberry crop?

And to anyone who tries to decide if it is a beach day or not, EVERY DAY is a beach day. From the moomincabin picture window.

And from the bank at the top of the beach.

This is my second post today. Please read my first one about our manatee friend’s death.

Love y’all, KW

One Response to “M-I-C… K-E-Y… You know what comes next”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Every day is a beach day when there is water around. YES!