We had nice visits with Wayne's sons and a chance to spend some time with one of the older grandchildren for a three day visit at the campground. This was our first overnight company in Endie. I must say the inflatable mattress on the sofa sleeper makes a better one that the old style. For a few days, we also "dog sat" the sweet little poodle girl who waited patiently for her parents and new twins to come home.
My brother brought in the grand finale of our visit with an electro cardioversion to get his heart back into rhythm. While the procedure name sounds scary, it was actually done on an outpatient basis and he only had to remove his shirt. He was home by lunchtime.
But the weather was sweltering hot in Tennessee and we were ready to leave the next morning. We will go back along the very same route we took coming here from the Holiday Rambler Maintenance Session in Goshen, Indiana. From Nashville we went through Louisville, Kentucky and straight back through Indiana on I-65.
The tentative plan to visit Alaska this summer were canceled a while back and the idea of exploring Newfoundland never really got off the ground. The new plan is to visit the land who's motto is "Si quaeris peninsulam amoenam, circumspice" which translates to "if you seek a pleasant peninsula, look about you".
So off we go...
Welcome To Pure Michigan
|Purple wildflowers growing in the highway median.|
|The road was so bad that Wayne drove several times in the left lane forcing passing traffic into the right lane.|
After what seemed to be an eternity at check-in paying a-la-carte for the campsite, daily fee for the coach and daily fee for the car, we were assigned our site. Wayne drove the coach and I drove the car. The park ranger met us and suggested we take a look at site #142 instead of the one we've been assigned. We took his advice and pulled around to #142. Wayne backed the coach as I guided him carefully. Looking around for the hookups, there's no water spigot. The ranger said only electricity was provided at the sites. Bummer. Nobody said anything about that and I hadn't asked. Wayne pulled around to the dump station and topped the fresh water tank.
Upon return to our site, I guided Wayne back into the site for the second time but something was going wrong. I could see the sand shifting as the 43,000 rig crept back. Wayne got out. It was true... we were sinking into the sand -- and getting more stuck with every second. The coach would never get out of this spot on it's own.
|Notice how the sand seems to be crumbling and pushing away from the wheel.|
|Looks like that digging and board placement isn't going to get the job done.|
|Difficult to see in this picture, but there is deep, soft, wet sand both in front and behind the wrecker.|
Is this what they mean when they say "Smitten By The Mitten"? Hope not.
But we shall not be discouraged this easily! Our next stop is Trailways Campground in Montague where the town's claim to fame is that it is home to the world's largest working weather vane. And alas the thing stands right next door to the campground! This location is about where the second joint of the little finger is on "the mitten".
|Our campground can be seen in the lower right corner of this picture.|
Still looking for our first glimpse of Lake Michigan, we drove westward along some roads that took us quickly out of town and into more of the deep, dark, dense forest that we're seeing so much of in Michigan. Along with these deep forests, we've noticed that grass here is deep green with very few weeds and people here seem to relish yard care.
|Wayne hates walking in deep sand but refuses to take his shoes off. |
He's afraid he'll hurt those delicate feet!
On the way back to the campground we stopped at Medbery Park where we saw the channel to White Lake. Across the channel we could see the White River Light Station and Museum.
|White River Lighthouse|