Friday I decided to head up to my uncle's cabin on the shore of Lake Michigan, north of Traverse, for the weekend. That night I borrowed logangrey's nighthawk again and got it outfitted with a faring (windshield) that Phil had and Dave wants to buy, then got earplugs and some chain spray and good advice from elizilla. In the morning Saturday I picked up a camelback and a bungie net and a magnetic tank bag from shadowriderhope. thatguychuck loaned me his waterproof armored pants and drove the first 110 miles with me, which was the first leg of his long trip out to whoknowswhere. We parted ways near Bay City - he to meet his parents in Midland, and I to continue on to Uncle Tom's Cabin.
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).