These are two videos for my best buddy AJ, to remind her of our fantastic evenings with the astrophysicist at the planetarium. They are my first time lapse attempts, so I hope to get better shots in the future, but they are pretty neat to watch🙂
They say the Upper Peninsula of Michigan is its own little world, that people from the UP (Yoopers) are ‘unique’ – hard core outdoorsman and hunters – and that while they might not mind people visiting their patch of the globe, they sure are glad when they leave and they get their little world back to themselves. And I’ll tell you this…they’d be right.
This is posted especially for my Grandfather, who enjoys the road trip videos so much! Thank you for following along🙂
The world is washing away.
At least that’s how it seems sitting in the bus for four days in the car park of Leelanau Sands Casino just outside of Peshawbestown, with the continuous downpour of rain alternating between a gentle tapping on the roof to thunderous drumming you can’t escape.
But you know what? It’s just nice to sit for once. Not moving.
The car park isn’t bad at all, for out of the front window I can see a thin woodland strip and the waters of Grand Traverse Bay beyond, and it’s moderately quiet. I can sit and read until my heart is content, practice my new crochet skills or take in a movie – as Loops and I did one afternoon, watching To Kill a Mockingbird. I’d never seen it before and thoroughly enjoyed the production, and am now thinking about reading the book to compare. It is relaxed and peaceful in our car park life.
So our adventure for the day didn’t simply end with me dripping wet in a lake with no stones to show for it, no, our escapade was actually just beginning.
We arrived back at the bus at 8pm, Loops secured the bikes while I tried my very best not to drip all over the carpet as I scurried for the shower. As I finish and am getting ready to think about cooking dinner – sausage and mash, scrummy – there comes a knock at the door. What then ensues riles me a little and I’ll tell you why…
As we pull into the driveway of Lucky Lake campground (just outside of Rothbury, Michigan), my stomach drops and I get that really uneasy feeling that tells me that I don’t want to look over at the face Loops will be making right now.
The gravel driveway looks to be about ¾ mile long and disappears into woodland. We now have two issues – Loops hates driving on loose gravel and trees next to roads are the enemy of the RV.
I’m guessing because the Amish do so much physical labour – farming, manual cleaning, riding bicycles, churning butter, that sort of thing – they are more than able to cope with such starch laden fare as is put before us at the Essenhaus, without becoming immensely overweight.
Yes, I have discovered a new delight of the Amish – their food. Just west of Shipshewana, in the town of Middlebury, is Das Dutchman Essenhaus; a restaurant featuring Amish style family dining, which has had a packed car park each time we’ve passed by it, on our way in and out of Shipshe.
This time, given its perfect timing for dinner, we pull in and treat ourselves to the following family meal – fried chicken, broiled beef, cooked ham, noodles, stuffing, sweetcorn, mash potatoes and gravy, and for dessert, chocolate peanut butter and banana pie.
If I was eating this kind of food every day, I weigh as much as an elephant, Amish workload or not.
It takes us two days to pootle over to the Indiana State Fairgrounds, which includes another overnight stop at the Camping World in Indianapolis where we previously stayed, putting us within a stone’s throw on the fairgrounds for the next day.
The ride north took us through winery country (great for booze tours), past a real, active drive-in movie theatre (I didn’t know these still existed), through Paoli ski area (I like to see ski runs with no snow on them) and randomly past an elephant spa located in the middle of no-where (where you can apparently pay to watch an elephant have a spa – I kid you not). Continue reading “All the fun of the fair”