I see some folks are doing an entry every day in August and rather than follow any particular meme, I'm going to just see if I can do an entry each day so I'll have something to look back at to see what I was doing at this point in my life (besides the Croatoan). This trip back home is the first time I've been away from my husband, kid and dog all at the same time since my daughter was born. That's 11 years since I've gone anywhere on my own overnight. I spent the drive singing to stay awake and was pretty hoarse when I got here. I had to drive over the Mackinac Straits to get from the lower part of Michigan to the Upper Peninsula. The Straits are the connection between two of the Great Lakes, Michigan and Huron, and are spanned by a five-mile-long suspension bridge. At one point it was the largest of its kind. Halfway across the bridge, heavy fog set in. It was the first time in many years that the height of the bridge bothered me. Maybe it was driving a large unfamiliar truck, but it felt like I was very close to the edge. White knuckles is pretty accurate.
The trip is mostly over two-lane state and US highways and inevitably, cars bunch up in long convoys behind a slow moving camper or someone hauling a boat. Today, the culprit leading the cars was me. The best part of my day was when a group of four Sons of Anarchy wannabees got in behind me. They didn't want to get split up so they wouldn't pass me even where there was a passing lane and didn't let anyone get between them. It was like having a really badass escort for about 50 miles. For anyone that knows the UP, we split up in Engadine, home of the now gone Enga-diner.
I'm glad to be here and out of the truck. Now, I'm going to go sleep off the Croatoan and the road.