We rolled out of bed this morning in Manistique and ate breakfast at Floyd's Family Restaurant. I had a craving for biscuits and gravy with coffee, and it hit the spot. Floyd himself came out to shake our hands and point us toward the local winery, Mackinac Trail. There we sampled a few tasty varietals with the winemaker and bought two bottles to take with us. It was by far the best of our Michigan wine country jaunt.
Did you know there is a place called Christmas, Michigan? We spied it on the map and had to go. It turned out to be a tiny village with the odd yuledtide shop and a casino, but just sout of it lie gorgeous waterfalls and rock formations that give way to Lake Superior.
From Christmas, we wound up to Marquette for dinner and a surprise dose of live jazz. That alone made Marquette a hit in our view. We cruised our way along the lake, basking in newfound sunshine, until a little lakeside campground caught our eyes and we decided to test out our tent. And potential survival skills. It was a blast, y'all! Our neighbor must have caught me reading How to Start a Campfire and came over to help get is started.
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| I knew this book would come in handy. |
We stayed there to watch it danced until the last flame disappeared, drinking wine and looking up at the sprinkled stars. Jun and I both saw a shooting star and I made a wish. In Japan, you have to catch three falling stars in action before you earn the privilege of opening your heart to it. I thought about how my grandma always told me that the very brightest star in the sky was my mother looking down on me, so I found it and said hello just in case. I told Jun about how my dad made me believe in werewolves and we talked about ghosts and UFOs, just as a sudden light swishes across the sky. A plane.
Oh yeah, we never made it outside Michigan.
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