Been Taking a Break from the Rest of the World
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It was a lovely drive. Some rain, but I was prepared for that, and no rain after I turned left at Grayling. I've come this way many times - Uncle Tom has had the place up here since I was a kid. Tom and Karen live here in the summers now, though they winter in Arizona.
I'm pretty comfortable on the bike and it really warmed my heart with a sense of comraderie the first time another biker returned my wave on 72. Chuck expected me to be sore, I think, But I felt fine and eager enough to ride more that yesterday I took the bike up to Charlevoix to hang out with my Aunt at her booth at the art fair there for the afternoon Sunday (about 25 miles north of here).
I've got more to write about thoughts from up here, but for now I'm going to go for a last walk on the beach and then strike out for Ann Arbor. I'm restless to get home, get the rest of the fish given away, and continue with settling stuff and figuring out who I am going to be as an adult (which is a theme of Territory, by Emma Bull, which I read while I was up here and was glad I'd brought along).