So on Wednesday night, about midnight, I was still working on getting some last minute things together and an assignment done. And Milo, as we've named him, was screaming at me from his 4 x 6 storage sheet...... TAKE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was a little overtired.
But I cranked up Michael Franti & Spearhead from my youtube favorites and made quick work of responding to the screaming in my head. A bit of paper piecing, a bit of glossy accents, and some paint on a stick - and Milo was born.
I went to bed at 1, and woke up at 6 without an alarm. We hit the road at 7.
It was hot, but it wasn't as bad as I was anticipating/worrying about. You see - I've been on some awfully hot trips in my past. When Greg was in the military, I'd drive the hot and hazy road down to Tennessee - stopping at every rest area to dunk my head in the sink.
I was having flashbacks when I heard the forecast.
But it wasn't that bad. It wasn't hazy. Hot - but not hazy. That made all the difference.
I was a bit disappointed to see that they've changed the Sea Shell City sign. I don't like the new one, and I'm not afraid to say it. The old sign had been there forever and was very simple and eye catching at the same time.
We didn't actually go here, I just stopped to take a photo of the new, albeit disappointing, sign. So I could share this memory - When we were kids, we I would taunt my younger siblings into saying this ten times real fast in hopes that they'd inadvertently get into trouble for saying a bad word. It never worked the way I planned though, it seems I was always the one that got into trouble. I got blamed for everything.
Two bathroom stops and one memory stop later, we were driving over this bridge by noon. We stopped here for just a few minutes - long enough to stretch our legs and walk under the bridge.
Milo was a help when I realized that the new swim trunks I bought for my no butt son are no better than the ones I was replacing. Tighter drawstring and all.
The temperature dropped, literally, ten degrees from the south side of the bridge to the north side. While it was still in the high 70's, we decided not to jump into Lake Michigan since we were doing well travel wise and heat wise, and opted instead to continue on to Au Train. It was a fun place to take a dunk. We all put our heads under here.
Allan debated jumping off the bridge as some of the teenagers were doing, but he opted not too. I think just because it seemed like the large crowd of kids was very familiar with one another and he didn't have a partner to go break into it with.
We made it to the bridge just in time for it to be lifting for a sailboat to sail under. Lucky us! And yes, I drove around the other way - I wasn't sure where the construction was and it's always fun for me to drive by my grandparents old house up on Paradise Road.
It occured to me while driving this trip, that the whole trip is a scrapbook of sorts. If I were to take a map of my route and poke a pin it for every memory I have of this five hundred plus mile journey - the map would be riddled in pins.
I remember different stops, people I've traveled with, passengars I've taken, rest stops, midnight skinny dipping, jokes told, food we've eaten and the list goes on. It makes the trip fun, and at moments sad for the passengers I've had that are no longer with us or for the friends who have lost their lives on this very trip, and makes me enjoy the stops I make now with my kids for the memories it will trigger later for both them and myself.
And we made it. This is my mom's house.
We were up until nearly 2 last night playing Dominoes - and forcing Allan to play with us because we know we won't see him much once he gets going.
We enjoyed our first gut buster.
I'm glad we came.