The three of us on our ride over to Mackinac Island...it was cold.
Me!
Michael!
Zoe!
SOOO, here I am again, almost 20 days later. Finally writing about the last leg of Michael, Zoe and my road trip. I'm not very good with keeping up a blog turns out. I always...ALWAYS put it off, but I really do enjoy it.
Anyways, after we left the B&B in Sudbury, Ontario, we started to go back the way we came, back to Sault Sainte Marie to cross the boarder. The wait wasn't so bad. We were probably in about half an hour worth of traffic. However, when we finally got to the front of the line to make our way back into Michigan, the scary boarder control man asked us for our passports, looked them over (well... Zoe had her ID and birth certificate, which works for driving to Canada, by the way) and asked the three of us about five time how we knew each other. We answered, "we are friends from high school." Then he asked, "so are you in school right now?" The whole time I'm thinking..."yes..yes we are obviously in school right now, which is why we are also here at the Canadian/US boarder." ha. Then he asked again how we knew each other, we answered and explained that we are now in college, but we all met in HIGH SCHOOL. Then he asked, "So you are done with school right now and you are all friends from college?" By this time I was almost curled up in a ball in the passengers seat humming to myself and swaying back and forth. Or just banging my head against the window. Either way, you get the idea. Then he finally lets us through, but informs us that we had been "randomly" chosen for a search. He went on to explain how this procedure was very RANDOM. He must have used the word random about four times. Just incase we didn't get the idea the first time he said it. Believe me, all of us new EXACTLY what these boarder patrol were thinking. Three teenagers on a "road trip" with a bunch of "camping materials" packed in the car. We all knew what was going on. COME ON! They were looking for the drugs that we were obviously smuggling across the boarder... because we are teenagers on a "road trip." It sounds like I am bitter about this situation, but I really just find it quite amusing. I was hoping that they didn't have to unpack everything that was in the car, because that would have taken ages to pack back up perfectly AGAIN. Luckily they didn't. They just took their little tools.... scraped it along side all four tires, the engine area, the trunk. They looked inside the windows and everything as Zoe, Michael, and I were lined up behind a table about 20 feet away.
This trip has made me less a fan of authority figures than I already was. A speeding ticket AND giving us grief at the boarder because we were teenagers. puhh-lease.
When we got into Michigan we drove to a town called St. Ignace. This drive was probably the drive where we got the worst weather. Poor Zoe was driving when it was pouring down rain, windy, and on narrow, crappy roads. We were driving in a construction zone where half of the road was smoother than the other half. Therefore, two of my tires were skidding, and the other two were fine. It was so strange, because the car was making an odd noise (which I believe was the anti-skid kicking in) and trying to straighten itself up every time it skidded a little. Now Zoe has some bad weather driving experience. *sigh*
In St. Ignace we wandered around the little town, bought famous "Mackinaw Island fudge" and then later took a swim in the hotel pool (which had WAY too much chlorine in it). After that Michael and I took a walk down to the beach and found some interesting things. A crooked playground, a scary looking swing set with a huge spider web, and the most symmetric tree I have ever seen in my whole life. Then we ran across the street like crazy fools and walked back to the hotel room. Then we all played a few rounds of gin rummy. The card game, not the drink.
The next day we went to Mackinac Island! At first we walked around a little, then we decided to take a bike ride, which I think was the best idea of the whole trip. That was so much fun! I got pretty good footage of it too. After our ride, we ate a nice lunch and then walked around and found souvenirs for our family members back at home. It started raining right when we left the island. Perfect timing. Then we drove to a town called Ludington for the night. That night was pretty eventless, we watched a movie.
The next day we woke up at the crack of dawn to catch the ferry that would bring us across Lake Michigan, and back to Wisconsin. On this ferry ride here is what happened:
1. We got on the ship
2.We sat down at a table
3. Michael feel asleep at the table
4. Zoe and I read/listened to music
5. Bingo game from hell started...with a theme song that went to the tune of the Gilligan's Island song (or something like that) and an over excited host saying strange things to try to make the "crowd" more awake.
6. After asked if we wanted to play bingo, we moved from the table
7. We found the quiet room...and promptly fell asleep. All three of us.
8. I tried to film the upper deck, but it was far too windy. I only got like 30 seconds of gray windy weather. so sad.
9. I went back to sleep and about half an hour later, woke up, looked around, realized that we were the only ones left in the room.
10. We left the room, and everyone was already about to leave the ship because we had docked already. Good thing we woke up in time.
After an interesting morning on the S.S. Badger, it was time to drive back to my house in Madison. OR Middleton, to be exact.
We had a nice five days at the end of our trip to explore Madison/hang out at my house before we had to drive Zoe and Michael to the Chicago O'Hare Airport. That was sad. I miss my road trippin' buddies terribly, but I know I will get to see them again very soon (as well as all my other favorite people!)
Later I will record in my blog certain quotations that slipped out of our mouths during the trip as well as a list of things that we failed to document on our little documentary. So....I guess for my whole 3 readers that I have, you can look forward to that.
All my love,
meg.
