Camping With Canines: Of Leaks and Lakes

6 07 2018

We headed out early from Clifty Falls on our way to Fruitport, Michigan, where my cousin Susan lives.  The sky was a lead blanket of clouds with a forecast of 100% chance of rain, but we hoped to outrun it.  No such luck.  We soon were engulfed in rain that ranged from light showers to torrential downpours for seven of our eight hours of travel.

There was one bright spot.  In North Vernon, Indiana, we stopped for a cup of coffee at a McDonald’s.  The place was buzzing with farmers, and they all seemed to know each other.  Conversation skittered across the room: “I see you got your crop in yesterday before the rain hit.” “Yup, got lucky.”

As I stood in line, a farmer came up behind me and tapped my shoulder.  “Do you know what kind of horse this is?” he asked, displaying a 25-cent coin showing a patriot riding a horse.  My mind raced through my short list of horse breeds.  Couldn’t be thoroughbred. Standardbred? No.  “Quarterhorse?” I guessed.

“Dang, you stole my joke!” he replied, as I slowly realized that it was a joke.  Guess I really needed that coffee!

The guy then pointed to the fellow behind him. “Hey, you know why this guy drove way over here to get a cup of coffee?  It’s 10 cents cheaper here!”  To which the farmer behind him said, “No, it’s 5 cents cheaper!”

Back on the Interstate, our world became white as visibility shrank with the rain.  To make matters worse, the road was paved in cement slabs, and the interaction between our car and the camper had us bucking down the highway.  Today was June 21, the summer solstice, and I can attest that it was indeed the longest day of the year!

By the time we reached my cousin’s house just outside of Muskegon, Michigan, the rain had finally stopped.  Susan wasn’t home from work yet, and never having been there, we hoped that this was indeed her house.  We set up the camper. Ugghhh. Our camper leaked.  Puddles of water were all over the inside and our pillows and cushions were soaking wet.  Susan graciously threw what she could in her dryer, and we had enough dry cushions that we were able to cobble together sleeping space.

Susan fed us a lovely pasta salad dinner and then took us to nearby Hoffmaster State Park on Lake Michigan to walk the dogs.  Shae and Pip were ecstatic to be off-leash, and enjoyed cavorting on the path through the woods with Susan’s dog.  The sun was almost setting by the time we reached the lake, and the dogs splashed and raced up and down the narrow beach.  Heading back, we took a wrong turn, such that we were treated to night sounds as we hiked though the darkening forest.  My phone clocked us at 4.9 miles.  Not bad for a travel day.  And to make our perfect evening even better, we stopped at the Whippi-Dip for ice cream cones!

After a delicious breakfast of banana pancakes and scrambled eggs, Susan took us for a quick tour of Muskegon. In the latter half of the 19th century lumber baron Charles Hackley made a fortune here and then donated a good portion of it to the town.  Hackley’s influence still infiltrates Muskegon with the intricate architecture of the Hackley and Hume (his partner) houses, the city park lined with statues of Union generals, and the library with a carved sandstone entry way, mosaic foyer, and stained glass windows depicting famous literary icons.

We left Muskegon around noon and traveled toward our next destination, Sleeping Bear National Lakeshore.  We pulled into our home-away-from-home later that afternoon, a quirky place named Empire Township Campground, with one flush toilet for the entire campground, numerous vault (pit) toilets, and showers where for 50 cents you could bathe for three minutes.

Deborah and John McMurtrie had driven up from Kalamazoo with their grandson Tristan the day before and met us at the campground to make plans for the next day.  After dinner, we headed with them to the small tourist village of Glen Arbor, where we strolled down to say hello to Lake Michigan and then through the town, stopping at a rock shop to admire Petoskey stones, the state stone of Michigan containing fossilized coral from the Devonian era.  From then on, we scoured the beaches for this sought-after stone, but to no avail.

6.22.18 Petoskey stones

We were tired by the time our heads hit the pillows.  I invited Pip to sleep on her mat at the end of my bed, but she was not satisfied, and throughout the night she kept inching her way up toward my head when I would push her back and the process would begin anew.  Shae, on the other hand, was content to sleep on her mat on the floor until around 6:00 when she would jump up on Brian’s bed and hunker down until we finally stirred about 30 minutes later.  Sleeping with dogs is a contradiction in terms.

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