I had a wonderful weekend adventure with Scott and Jenny, camping up North. What made it the most adventurous was that Scott's truck sometimes didn't start. I had not given a car a running start before, and it had been *far* too long since the last time I actually got under a car to work on it. I used to get under cars a lot when I was a kid, but since I wwasn't allowed to do things myself I got bored with it. Jenny recommended the basic auto mechanics course at WCC now that I'm adult and can work on cars. I might be tempted. Anyway, I'm reasonably sure I now know where the starter motor is on Scott's truck, should it need to be given a good smack with a hammer (one way to start it, when combined with having someone else turn the key).
Friday night Scott and I headed out later than expected, but Scott got us safely to the Empire county campground, where Jenny had secured a site for us earlier. She woke up and helped us pitch our tent at 2 in the morning.
Saturday we had much successful hanging out, and toured the sleeping bear dunes, and hiked through some, and went swimming in lake michigan, and had our stuff gotten wet by rising waves, which gave me an excuse to create a breaker wall, something I learned to do through experimental engineering when I was younger (worst sunburn I ever got was from a morning and early afternoon spent pitching my sand engineering skills against the waves of Lake Michigan, when I was about 11, I think). There was some beachwalking and a nice picnic lunch and later dinner and a half a dozen things involving cherries, most of which were different flavors of ice cream (I sampled a bunch and finally had Cherry Mint Chocolate Chip, but the Cherry praline pecan was also really tasty). In the sleepy part of the afternoon we played a game that I'm hoping one of the others will post the name of. It was fun.
Sunday my sugar levels were off, possibly due to the sweets from the night before and from staying up late chatting around the fire. Jenny went to bed at a decent time but skennedy and I stayed up who-knows-how-late, talking. So Sunday after breakfast and calling an auto mechanic and AAA to tow Scott's car, I crashed for a food coma nap and then woke up in time to help push-start the car, which eliminated the need for the tow but not the mechanic. While we waited for the mechanic to replace the U-joint (long story - starter problem still there, we just didn't turn the truck off the whole way home), we went shopping at a consignment shop and I got shorts and a suit and some nifty shirts, all for about 40 bucks, which was cool. Lunch was also neat. I have now eaten Alligator (It was good. Tasty and done cajun style. Um, no, alligators are not native to Traverse City. Why do you ask?).
We headed up north to my Uncle Tom's Cabin (yes, I know...) It was fun for a couple friends to see one of the places where my family had regularly vacations when I was younger. It's gorgeous-- right off the lake, set high on a bluff above the water, with lovely views and breezes and pines and forest around... Sadly we missed Uncle Tom, who had to go help my aunt at an art show (she makes jewelry), but he had left us the chairs that we had taken the pickup truck up there to fetch, kitchen chairs they weren't using any more. Said chairs are now sitting pretty in our kitchen (they are wheeled captain-style chairs, very comfy I think), and it is now late so I am going to bed.
But I am glad for my adventure. Especially the bits involving listening to music in the car, and singing along together. Oh, and Bill is having adventure too; he is now in Hanover, NH, and is feeling much better - stomach problems were Giardia, but it's better now - and he's running into lots of northbounders he knows, and getting a more solid southbounder group together. We got back just in time for me to catch a call from him.
So fare thee well, and good night, and don't forget to take risks, 'cause adventure can be fun!