We traveled past the thumb in Michigan this past weekend. It was 5 1/2 hours up, but it felt like more.
I was dreading this trip something awful. I mentioned that before.
We were going back to where my husband was born. We don't go up there often for many reasons.
But, there was a reunion and a relief sale that I guess we couldn't miss, or so I was told.
We stayed here.A four room motel. And the best thing about it was this.
Which isn't saying much. I'll leave the name of the place out of the post in case someone really does like staying there. I was a little bitter about paying what we did for a "camping experience" which was not what I was planning to do at all.
A trip around the town didn't take very long, and the next couple of pictures I was told to take. Brent told me to take them and show what his old house looks like. He wants me to put a disclaimer in here saying that it DID NOT look like this when he lived there. He and his family moved away from here 27 years ago, and now his uncle lives here. (Yes, someone actually lives here.) There is no running water in the house.It's a sorry excuse for living. Unfortunately this type of house was common where we went. Like no one cares about where they live. It was sad. It's not a prosperous town. Not like the town we live in is much, either, but this town was just sad.
There was, however, one redeeming thing about the trip. Our reunion was at a pond Brent used to go to as a kid.
It was a beautiful setting. Remote. Quiet. Serene.
The kids had a blast and swam for hours. We could hardly get them to eat supper, they just wanted to swim.
We got back yesterday afternoon, after passing this sign on the way home.Brent pulled over and made me take a picture cause he thought it was so funny. That's what he calls Michigan anyway..."God's Country." Ha.
We also had to pull over and take this picture too, proving there were SOME nice homes where we went. Believe me, this was only one of a few.I was never so glad to get back to my clean house, my clean bedspread, bathroom, etc.
I overheard Brent talking to his parents after we got home, about how if they go back next year they might go without me.
I'm TOTALLY OK with that!