Finding the Way Home

I don’t know why it took so long to post about our trip home. Maybe it means the adventure ends after I type these words on my laptop. Rooster and I weren’t ready to load the car and head across the Big Mac. We decided to take our time because one of our big adventure rules is never to travel the same road home we took to get to our destination. Our GPS hates that idea. It fights with us until we reach a destination far enough away from the shortest route. It gives up at that point and reroutes us. The clear morning with a bright blue sky promised an adventure might be waiting for us up the road somewhere. We decided to wait for breakfast. Cheboygan was our first stop on our adventure, Finding the Way Home.

Waiting to cross the Big Mac while finding the Way home

The light morning traffic gave me the perfect opportunity to snap pictures on our crossing of the Big Mac. Slow traffic had to remain in the far lane. Logging trucks lumbered along, and so did RVs. The bridge spans five miles and is the only way to get from upper to lower Michigan unless you go by boat.

Another view of the Big Mac while Finding the Way Home

There wasn’t much to do in Cheboygan, so we moved on to Cross Village. Rooster and I visited here before while riding the motorcycle around Lake Michigan. COVID must have hit the businesses here hard. The inn wasn’t open, and a pastry store we visited on our last trip closed. The only place open in this small community was a souvenir shop that sold patches and T-shirts. This small community sits on M119 known as the Tunnel of Trees.

Entrance to M119 The Tunnel of Trees Finding the Way Home

This tree-lined road makes the perfect ride for bikers and car enthusiasts. I remember being impressed when we rode it on the motorcycle. Our ride in the car was nice, although I missed having the wind in my hair. Lake Michigan spanned the right side of the tree lined road. We travel this road south for most of the way while finding the way home. The speed increased and small towns began to appear the further we moved away from the lake. We did see traces of smoke from the Canadian wildfires, but it didn’t seem to be as heavy as it was when we left home.

Smoky whisps while Finding the Way Home

We ended our day of travel in Holland, Michigan. The small city is one of our favorite travel destinations. Rooster and I thought of one more night in a hotel worth the expense since we were in no hurry to find our way home. This vacation wasn’t long enough. We drove the last leg home with new adventure ideas spinning in our heads.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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Published by henhouselady

I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

19 thoughts on “Finding the Way Home

  1. Thanks for following my blog, I am a Michigan native and have been in the desert for ten years, are you in Michigan or Wisconsin if I may ask?

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