
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Traffic Jam

Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Camping in Arkansas. Really.
While in Arkansas, we did a bit of hiking at the various sites at the park. On these hikes, we saw an abandoned bear cave (This was slightly confusing to Robby, who now thought it was a beer cave.) and an ancient Indian rock house with ancient pictures drawn on the ceilings. That was really neat. They were hard to see, but once we studied the sign and looked for the red markings, we were able to make out a couple of figures.
I have always been slightly (okay, really) biased of Arkansas and other southern states. The southern accent does not do much to increase an individual's perceived IQ. Plus, Rob and I have stopped at too many yucky gas stations with creepy bathrooms and toothless cashiers. Anyway, we were pleasantly surprised with the overall prettiness of the park.
Friday, July 27, 2007
St. Louis (Day 2)
I was disappointed in the rest of Grant’s Farm. All it turned out to be was a miniature zoo and mediocre history lesson on the farm. Rob thought the hospitality bar was nice, since they gave out full-sized free samples of the Anheuser Busch products. We left Grant’s Farm after a bit and headed to the children’s museum a couple miles away.
The Magic House, or St. Louis’s Children’s Museum, is the best children’s museum we’ve been to. Chicago’s is kind of crazy, and St. Paul’s is a bit ordinary. The Magic House was well-layed out, with a little bit of everything. Grace loved the pretend play areas, especially the pizza restaurant and grocery store. Robby loved the building area (with cars, a crane, and foam building blocks) and science exhibits on light, sound, and physics. We stayed at the Children’s Museum until they closed at 5:30, which was just as the rain was at its peak. Oops. It is fun running out to the car in the rain, though. I even got Robby to repeatedly yell, “I’m melting!”
I would highly suggest our campground (site #20). It was secluded and quiet, except for the deafening crickets, cicadas, and tree frogs at night. The entire park was huge, with an extensive nature center, Olympic-sized swimming pool, stables, and hiking, bike-riding, and horseback-riding trails. Rob and I know that we will be heading back to the St. Louis area within a few years, and we will be staying there again. There was a lot left that we wanted to do that we did not have time for.
St. Louis (Day 1)
Despite the 106 degree heat index, we went to the St. Louis Zoo on Wednesday morning. It is a nice zoo, one of the nicest of the ones we’ve been to. We started by navigating our way into Forest Park, site of the 1906 World’s Fair and now home to the zoo, science center, art museum, and lots of sports fields. Once in the zoo, we went to visit the hippos, elephants, cheetahs, hyenas, and rhinos. The elephants were pretty neat since they were throwing dirt on their backs, and then spraying water on themselves to cool off. Grace’s favorite animal is the elephant, so we stayed there for quite a bit watching them. Then it was off to the monkeys and sea lions. The monkeys were pretty active, and the sea lions were being fed while we visited them. That was cool to see; the sea lions all had designated spots to catch and eat their fish to prevent fighting for food and to make sure each sea lion got the right amount of food. Sounds like a feeding frenzy at home. That might be good when getting lunch together for the kids. I could just stand back while they are in their places, then toss Grace and Robby each their meal items. It could make for an adventurous meal. Messy, but fun.
Anyway, after that we went to see the sleeping cats. Darn those sleeping cats. You know, they come from Africa, where it is pretty darn hot. Wouldn’t you think that they would be used to the heat of St. Louis summers by now? We looked for the lions in the lion pit, similar to vague memories of a childhood trip to the St. Louis Zoo, but like in that trip, we couldn’t spot them. Rob suggested that maybe they escaped and were in with the zebras, but we found that not to be true.
By the way, Grace says that zebras are white with black stripes, not black with white stripes. Who knew?
We made our way to the giraffes, then all types of bears (polar, brown, Kodiak, grizzly, and teddy). Some of the bears were moving, but there were others that we are not sure were alive. If we could have poked them with a long stick, it may have gotten the show going, but I’m pretty sure the zoofficials discourage poking. Our final viewing was of the penguins. Robby thought it was pretty neat that these were real animals. Um, did he think that all the others were not? Uh oh.
Speaking of Robby, many of you are aware of Robby’s inability to find even the most simply hidden item, like a shoe being held in front of his face. Now, envision us trying to point out the sleeping, shaded animal in the far distant corner of the zoo habitat. Rob and I are putting in our applications for sainthood when we return home.
After the zoo, we ate a picnic lunch in the park to Grace’s delight. She absolutely loves picnics. Robby, taking his cue from Grace, loves picnics as well. Lily didn’t really care too much, I don’t think. Rob fed her a bottle, and she stretched out on the blanket for awhile. The kids had their coveted Spiderman yogurt, which was reported to have been “delicious”. I can’t stand the stuff.
Once the picnic was done, we drove around Forest Park for a bit before heading to downtown St. Louis. We decided to do the brewery tour first since they were predicting rain tomorrow, and we didn’t really want to drive downtown again. I found it to be one of the more challenging cities to navigate since each highway has approximately 3 names, and they use different ones in different signs. You can read more about the brewery tour in an earlier blog entry.
After the brewery tour, we drove over the bridge to Illinois by mistake (I told you it was hard to navigate!), then went to the Gateway Arch, where we rode a tiny egg-shaped white elevator up to the top. It was a lot like I remembered it, with the elevator ride and the viewing windows. (I went when I was 6 to St. Louis with my family.) Rob fed Lily (not-so-good timing, Lily) while in the elevator and in the observation space, but he did get quite a few looks out the window. Grace and Robby loved looking out over the city on one side and the city on the other. They especially liked how the people and cars looked so tiny. I do have to admit, it was pretty cool. Both Rob and I cannot understand how Mom did not totally pass out when up there, though. Amazing.
Once back down on solid ground, we checked out the gift shop and the crazy moms yelling at their kids to “just get anything with the arch on it, will you? I’m almost to the front of the line!” Seriously. I guess that’s why I take pictures, so I don’t have to buy anything to commemorate a trip somewhere. That is, of course, unless I find something I like. We visited the Museum of Westward Expansion, which sounds like the most snoringest (Is that a word? It should be.) place in the whole city. But it was pretty cool! They had a buffalo, a teepee, a covered wagon, pioneer and Native American artifacts, and giant photograph murals of places that Louis and Clark passed through while exploring. Grace was really interested in all of the stuff, and that these two men, and lots of helpers, went on a long, long hike to explore places that no one (they thought) had ever been to before. She and Robby thought the teepee was awesome. She even said that she dreamed about it later that night. Rob and I would have liked to spend more time in there, but it was almost 9 o’clock, and we had not eaten dinner yet. Plus, the kids were getting restless and sleepy.
So we left the Arch, got to the car, loaded up, and headed to find someplace to eat. In order to keep the kids awake, Rob mercifully subjected himself to open taunting by the kids and me. I would like to publicly apologize to Rob for introducing the term, “Pretty pretty princess Daddy” to our children. Hee hee! The taunting was a success! The kids stayed awake to and through dinner at Steak n Shake, then crashed in the car back to the camper. It was a fun day!
Jelly Belly
Souveniers at the Jelly Belly store: $30.00
Seeing Mom and Dad wearing silly paper Jelly Belly hats while on the Jelly Belly Express train in the Jelly Belly warehouse viewing the Jelly Belly kickline dancers: Priceless
Beer, Glorious Beer!
Miller Brewing Company, Milwaukee, Wisconsin – It was pretty crowded when we entered the visitor center. Most everyone was waiting for their tour to begin. The tour groups were about 100 people, at least, and all anyone was there for were the free samples, so they were a bit unruly and impatient. No strollers were allowed, so Lily and Mom stayed back in the visitor’s center. This ended up being pretty good, since there were quite a few stairs that Mom would have had to do. It was a lot of walking, about 6 blocks total. Our tour guides recited from a script, which I guess was okay, but it lacked personality. The tour began with a cheesy movie about Miller Time, which I actually laughed aloud at a couple of times. Not because it was funny, but because it was so very, very sad. *sigh* After the movie, we were herded through a set of doors into the bottling and canning line. Unfortunately, they only had one can line running, no bottles, so there wasn’t that much action. Robby and Grace did not care for the smell. I have to agree. It stunk like beer. I know, I know. It’s a brewery tour, for pete’s sake. Still, it was rank at times. There was some beer running out from the can line, which one of our guides commented would be gathered and shipped to Anheuser-Busch for packaging. Hee hee. From the packaging line, we went to the storage warehouse, where we had a “quiz” on the types of beer that Miller brews. Some people know a lot about beer. It’s remarkable, I think, that their brain cells were that sharp to be able to yell out the answers that quickly. We did learn, though, that all Miller beer is shipped out within 36 hours form start to finish. After the prizeless quiz, we were wrangled into the beer caves, which was fun trying to get Grace and Robby to say. “Are there bears in the bear caves? I don’t like bears.” “No, not bear caves, beer caves.” Silly children on beer tours. Anyway, after the beer caves, the samples began in an indoor bar-like place. 8 ounce glass mugs of a light, summer beer that was not very good, and a small bag of pretzels for each of us. Then, the outdoor biergarten. 8 ounce plastic cups of a choice of 6 Miller beers served by, what appeared to be, middle school children. Dad and Rob didn’t really have a favorite sample, so after Robby spilled his cup of lemonade all over the seat, we left before using all of our sample opportunities (2 per adult). We had to walk a couple blocks back to the visitor center to get Mom and Lily. It would have been nice if the tour had ended at the visitor center so Mom could have joined us for samples, but I am guessing that she would not have really liked anything, either. The entire tour, including sampling, took about 1 ½ hours. All in all, this brewery tour earned 1 out of 3 worts. If you don’t know what wort is, you won’t learn it on this tour, that’s for sure.
Sprecher Brewery, Glendale, Wisconsin – I can’t help but compare this tour with the Miller tour. For one, these tours were a day apart. Two, the tour was in the same city. Three, the tour guide referenced the “other major brewery in town” in her talk. So, compare I will. This tour was not done by a script; instead, the tour guide worked at Sprecher part time and did not know much about the technical production of the beer. Instead, she knew an awful lot about what each tasted like. This tour guide went through each step of the beer-making process, which is how I learned what wort was. The Miller tour may have done this, but I couldn’t tell/pay attention/care. The tour group was small, about 20, so she actually answered questions as we went through. We went directly into the brewing room, where we learned how their beer and soda were made. Some Sprecher beers, we were told, take up to 8 months from start to finish to make. The fastest beer takes 5 weeks from start to finish. We saw the actual stuff the beer is made in and got explanations of what we were seeing. We then went into the packaging area via the fermentation cooler, and were right next to the bottle line, which came from when Coke packaged in 16-ounce glass bottles. It was very Laverne-and-Shirley-esque. After a brief explanation of each beer and their tastes, we were led into the indoor biergarten to sample up to 4 beers and unlimited soda (Sprecher makes 7 types of gourmet soda, too.). Rob enjoyed a couple of their beers very much, which we bought in their gift shop after we were done sampling. We ended up at this little microbrewery because we saw it on Food Network, when they highlighted Sprecher’s root beer. By the way, the soda is great. Vanilla-y and tasty. I even liked the root beer, and I normally despise root beer. The entire tour lasted about 1 hour, including sampling. This brewery tour earned an outstanding 3 out of 3 worts by educating us on the finer points of brewing beer, the outstanding free samples, the availability of real snacks while drinking (jalapeño cheese curds), the free tasting glass, and the ability to purchase the beer and soda we sampled. Well done, Sprecher!
Anheuser-Busch Brewing Company, St. Louis, Missouri – While in St. Louis, we decided that we just had to do this tour to compare. I’m glad we did. I had no idea that A-B made so many types of drinks. Over 120, at least. We also learned that 50% of the beers sold in the U.S. are an A-B product. Their brewery is a lot nicer looking, too. Not downtown dirty, as in Miller. A-B was landscaped, clean, and had automatic doors, instead of the locking ones that Miller had. We began the A-B tour at the visitor center with a group of about 50, where we heard a scripted history of the company. From the visitor’s center, we went outside to the stables where a half dozen Clydesdales were kept. There was even a Dalmatian wandering around the area. Dalmatians, for those of you not up on your beer history, were used to protect the carts of beer while the delivery guy was taking cases into a distributor. The Clydesdales were huge and calm. None were too interested in us. In the stable were also a delivery coach and the individually made harnesses for each horse. From the stables, we went to the Beachwood aging room, which had ginormous vats of fermenting beer. Wow. Huge, I’m telling you. Four ginormous vats tall. Lots of steel holding them up, too. We were told of the Beachwood aging process, which sounds just dandy (I don’t care.). It takes four weeks to ferment their beer, so it is not as quick as Miller, but not as long as Sprecher. It was about 50 degrees in there, and the kids thought it was pretty stinky again. Then we went to the packaging area, which was in full swing. Both bottles and cans were being filled with Busch beer, and we actually got to walk on the floor next to a can-filling machine. This area was very loud with thousands of clinking bottles. Then we walked to the production building, where we were educated on the basic beer making process (again), but this time with a nifty chart and seats. Then we walked to see the large containers that the beer is actually made in. That is pretty neat. I like seeing where things take place, not just a replica of where things happen. After we were done learning how beer is made and where A-B beer is made, we boarded a trolley back to the visitor’s center. That was Grace and Robby’s favorite part., aside from traveling up 7 flights of escalators. Wahoo! At the visitor’s center, we were escorted into a hospitality room for 2 free samples of beer in 8 ounce glass mugs. There were also large glasses of pop available. They had a lot more variety than Miller, but nothing as tasty as Sprecher. Interestingly, A-B made no mention of any other brewery, large or small. I thought that was classy of them. This brewery tour earned 2 1/2 out of 3 worts by outdoing Miller in just about every aspect. The only reason it did not earn the full 3 worts is because nothing tasted quite as good as at Sprechers.
Harley Davidson Factory Tour
The tour was pretty interesting. I enjoyed seeing the actual production line, including the encouraging words on signs for all workers to be safe. They had about 109 days without an accident so far! I don’t think I have ever seen a real production line before, except on TV, so that was cool. It was a commercial for Harleys, but that’s okay. I felt kind of stupid, also, like I should have known before stepping foot onto the floor, that there are several kinds of Harleys and what their names are. Also, when would I have ever learned what a powertrain is? Well, now I know.
Rob, the kids, and Mom waited for Dad and me to be done with the tour. Mom says it was the best people watching, next to the Miller tour.
Robby's Confused...
Door County
We stayed at Beantown Campground in Baileys Harbor. No apostrophe in Baileys, by the way. Even though Captain Bailey “discovered” it in the 1800s, he apparently does not own or have any part in the actual harbor. It’s sometimes exhausting to be me.
Beantown Campground was okay. Basically just a big field with new trees planted between every site. The pool and playground were nice, though. The first night was a bit loud with all the people around, but on Sunday, everyone cleared out and went back home, so that we were the only ones left on that half of the campground for a day. It was quiet the rest of the time, but there was no one to watch, which is half the fun of camping! I would recommend this campground to someone who wanted to see Door County (read below for our recommendation) but didn’t want to spend an arm, leg, and half a spleen to stay.
The ice cream and frozen custard was pretty good. I enjoyed that part of Door County. One place doesn’t stand out in particular, but Rob would probably say that the Yum Yum Tree in Baileys Harbor was his favorite since they had Bailey’s ice cream. Let’s ask him. Yup. That’s what he said.
Nama wants me to tell everyone how good the kids are. I’m assuming she means Robby, Grace, and Lily. Although, didn’t she hear Rob and I say, probably at least a hundred times, “Robby, put your pants on”? Seriously, though, the kids are pretty good. Not every child would spend two days in a row putzing around shops, being told to knock it off and to not touch anything.
Highlights of Door County
- Baby Bella store in Fish Creek - This place had cute unique stuff that we haven’t really seen anywhere else. Lily got a cute crocheted hat with a sunflower and ladybug on it. They even had those BabyLegs that Helen had emailed me a link to earlier in June.
- Candy shops galore - Rob has the worst candy taste in history. I mean, really, who buys Mary Janes, Bit o’ Honey, and Atomic Fireballs? That’s the stuff normal children give away to other kids they don’t like at Halloween.
- The Cookery in Fish Creek - An intimate setting (20 tables) with average food. We will remember this because we have not laughed this hard in a long time. A little girl about 4 years old came running back from the restroom, holding her butt. While running up to her table, she exclaimed loudly, “Grandma, I had diarrhea!” The entire restaurant laughed, including the waitstaff. The grandma just put her head in her hands. Oh, what those darned kids will say! Hee hee!
- Al Johnson’s Swedish Restaurant in Sister Bay - There were goats on the roof. It’s like I dined in the Sound of Music. Also fun was watching Dad eat about 10 pounds of pickled herring in one sitting. “I paid for it. I’m going to eat it.”
- Watching the clouds roll in with each daily storm system - Door County seems to get pounded quite often with severe storms since it is located between Green Bay and Lake Michigan. It could be blue sky one minute then dark, low-lying clouds the next.
- Getting Lily’s picture taken at Lily Bay - Hopefully Lily will appreciate it someday, as it took us an hour to go about 15 to 20 miles. Not bad traffic, just a twisty, turny rustic road that we had to go slower on while backtracking to get back to US 57. At least we got to look at some absolutely huge, beautiful houses on the way out.
- Seeing Robby swim by himself in the campground pool - Robby normally clings to one of us as we take him around the pool. This time, he grew accustomed to the water pretty quickly, and then swam by himself for most of the time. Of course, he had a life jacket on, but this is a big step. Swim classes, here he comes!
- Door County Maritime Museum pirate exhibit - This was cool. We especially liked when you got to shoot electronic cannons at pirate ships on a TV. They had it all set up to look like you were looking out of your ship at the pirate ships. The kids (and Sarah) really liked dressing up in the pirate costumes and posing for pictures. Finally, it was indescribably cute how Robby shouted out commands while at a pretend ship’s helm.
- Miniature golf at Pirate’s Cove - It was fun watching the kids get so excited about everything from putting the ball in the hole (Grace got a hole-in-one!) to watching the cannons fire into the water in a “battle”. As an added bonus, the kids got treasure when we left. You can never have too much booty, you know.
- The largest collection of Jim Shore pieces we’ve seen - At the Cinnamon Windmill in Egg Harbor, they had so many pieces that I have never seen before. Rob and the kids got me a Santa with Santa’s sleigh and reindeer flying across the front of him for my birthday. Mom and Dad bought me a set of three Jim Shore Christmas trees. They also had more nursery rhymes pieces and different pieces that we have not seen, except for on the internet. It was hard to resist. My debit card was calling to me.
- Gale force winds - Mom and Dad slept in our camper one night because the winds were whipping the rain fly and tent to death. Plus, the pole of the tent was hitting Mom in the head with each gust. The camper was a little crowded, but Mom and Dad were at least able to get some sleep.
- Watching Dad eat - Not only was the pickled herring a meal for Dad, he also ate a full sandwich at that restaurant. Plus some cheese. And beets. Then, in another restaurant, he ate two ginormous walleye, three huge pieces of perch, half of a baked potato, a salad with peppercorn dressing, a roll, and two beers. Each walleye was the size of my forearm, and the perch was at least as big as my fist. Dad, you can leave some food. It’s okay. I know it will get thrown away, but it is okay.
Overrated Door County Attractions
- The water and beaches - Both Rob and I grew up on Lake Michigan. We’ve seen beaches and lakes. Door County’s got nothin’ on northern lower Michigan. I guess if you don’t live on water and have never really been to anywhere, it is something to see. But I would definitely not make a special trip to see the beaches. They’re all rocky and man-made with retaining walls.
- Shopping - Unimpressive. I was anticipating unique items in little clustered shops, kind of like a downtown area. Instead, the shops seemed to be either in an indoor or outdoor mall setting or scattered, with a couple on each block. Plus, none of us are into antiquing, so we weren’t interested in stopping at the many antique barns.
- Restaurants - For a resort area, there were limited options for food, especially if you didn’t want to do a fish boil. The food we did have was good, but nothing too spectacular or noteworthy.
- Peninsula State Park - We drove into this state park for an hour to check out the campgrounds, a couple day use areas, and the Eagle Bluff Lighthouse. The campgrounds were crowded, heavily wooded (I don’t know how I would have backed the camper up into some of these sites.), and most had no hook-ups. Some were even at a pretty steep grade. The bathrooms in some loops were rustic, which means that they had holes with toilet seats and did not have showers. I agree with what Dad said, that this is a campground that you would have to have a great idea of what campsite or specific location you wanted before you made reservations. Otherwise, you’d be screwed.
- Lighthouses - We saw Cana Island Lighthouse and Eagle Bluff Lighthouse while here. They were okay, but in need of a fresh coat of paint. I don’t understand why these, especially the Cana Island one, are so photographed and popular. Hasn’t anyone been to Lake Michigan or Lake Superior lighthouses in Michigan? Prettier!
- Cherries - Apparently, no one in Wisconsin has been to Traverse City. The Midwestern cherry quota has been filled, cheeseheads! Plus, as Rob says, “Cherries just aren’t my favorite.”
All in all, we felt Door County was overrated. Granted, we didn’t do some things that we may have enjoyed better, like the ferry out to Washington Island, seeing the limestone caves in Cave County Park, or a cruise around the lighthouses or bluffs. However, the ferry and cruises would have been about $30 a person, and we’ve seen most of that stuff in Michigan before. The caves were accessible by kayak, so that was out of the question. Lily’s arms just aren’t long enough yet. It just seems like it is a resort destination that has some pretty stuff, but it is not any better than the Petoskey area. You just cannot beat Michigan’s sights.
Friday, July 6, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
Eleven ‘til six o’clock
Could get used to this
-Sarah
Cleaned inside camper
Pasties, then Escanaba
Settled in east Door County
-Sarah
Drive to Wisconsin
Around the Green Bay's water
Through lots of small towns
-Rob
Thursday, July 5, 2007
We also saw the lighthouse and a freighter in the distance on the shore. Grace was pretty excited about the freighter, pulling me the whole way out to the deck. Unfortunately, both kids refused to take a nice picture (Robby didn’t want to stand next to Grace, and Grace only wanted to smile her tilted-head, closed-mouth smile that is so fake.), so we got nothing for the photo albums.
Taquamenon Falls was our next destination. We stopped at the Lower Falls first, which are very pretty. I can’t believe how many people were playing right next to the falls. Granted, I know people were being careful and the drop isn’t too bad, but even Dan, who went wading out there, too, said that the current was so strong in the river that he had to be extremely cautious. There were lots of people wading, though, even right next to a drop. Craziness. Of course, when we went back to the entrance to the Lower Falls, there was a girl of about 20 being loaded into an ambulance with a broken leg in a splint. I don’t know why, but I felt slightly satisfied with seeing that, like my concern was justified.
Rob, his dad, Dan, and Matt hiked from the Lower Falls to the Upper Falls while we putzed around at the gift shop, getting ice cream, and driving to the Upper Falls. They were waiting for us when we got there. They are so fast. Rob will blog about the hike, though. Pretty uneventful for us waiting, except for Grace crying about not getting a sucker and Robby wanting my flavor of ice cream instead of the one I got him.
We checked out the Upper Falls and then drove home. Rob and I stopped for McDonald’s on the way for dinner for the kids since we would be getting to the campground after 9. We were both worried about the kids falling asleep without eating, although they ended up staying awake the whole ride. We did have a couple tummyache issues to deal with, though. Grace burped in the car and caught it all in an empty McDonald’s bag. Lily spit up a little on the way, too. Both were fine afterward, though. Maybe it was just too much waterfall excitement.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Rob’s Uncle Rich and Aunt Bonnie left this morning (They joined us for campfires in the evenings), as did Amy, Lisa, Alicia, and Addy. Poop.
Rob’s parents, Dan, and Lorrie went on the Shipwreck Tour, which they enjoyed, while we stayed back. (We already went in 2005.) The kids got a nap (All three at the same time! Miracle!), and Rob and I played a game of Throw-the-Beanbag-in-the-Hole-on-a-Slanted-Board. What on Earth is that game called? I cannot remember to save my life. Then Erin and I ran out to get ice cream from Dairy Queen. Mmm. Blizzards. While out, we discovered a Fourth of July parade a couple of blocks over, which we are glad did not get in our way of ice cream.
Everyone got back as we were heading down to the beach to have the kids swim and play in the sand. Robby loved the water and is definitely much more comfortable with it than last year. Grace was cold (I don’t blame her!) so didn’t go into the water too much. Rob, however, dove into Lake Superior and shivered as he came back up. Silly Rob.
At about 10:00 that evening, we walked down the beach, around a bend, to see the fireworks from Munising (to the east). Unfortunately, we were not able to see fireworks over the trees, but we did see some sad ones to the west, which made the kids happy. As Robby will tell you, “We were looking the wrong way!”
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
After changing Robby, we left to go hiking at Munising Falls, Miner Falls, and Miner Castle. Lily rode in the Baby Bjorn, which was very nice, but very hot. We met Amy and Lisa pretty much everywhere we went, and shared the Baby Bjorn with them for the 1.2 mile round trip hike to Miner Falls.
The castle looks different from when we were there two years ago. One of the spires fell last summer, so I am looking forward to comparing the pictures we took two years ago with the ones I took today.
Everyone else went to a log slide and a lighthouse, but we headed back to get the kids some dinner. Plus, their little sleeping heads couldn’t stand the constant, rough shaking from the ungroomed dirt road we were on. We stopped at the grocery store to get a couple things, which is always neat. Things are so different in other grocery stores in other towns.
The adults had a dinner of pizzas and grilled cheese over the fire, s’mores for dessert, and a few beverages after that (slippery nipples and the pineapple/Asti/fruit punch/vodka drink). Rob, Dan, Lorrie, Matt, and Amy got a little hammered, but did nothing too embarrassing. Hee hee.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Today we began the day hanging around the campground. The kids and Rob went down to the beach to throw some rocks in and play in the sand. Then the kids played around the campsites and reeked havoc. No nap, so they did not want to stop.
Matt used a crate, pliable twigs, and duct tape to fashion a crude chipmunk-catching device, and the kids, Matt, and Erin spent a bit of time waiting for a chipmunk to come under it to eat the bait (Sun Chips, Cheetos, and licorice). None before we left, though.
Rob, the kids, and I left mid-afternoon to go into Munising to look around. We ended up stopping at Das Gift Haus. As a note, I hate it when stores, restaurants, etc., use German names for their stores when it is totally and utterly unnecessary. Driving through Frankenmuth even raises my blood pressure. I mean, we’re in Munising. It’s not really a huge German population, as far as I know. If there is a large German population, I was unaware, and the overly German name is still unnecessary. Also, there was nothing even remotely German about the contents of the store. Seriously, people. I can think of a billion better names for a gift store in a touristy place on the lake than Das Gift Haus. But I digress. We stopped at Das Gift Haus (Grrrr.), where we saw a bunch of Jim Shore stuff that we hadn’t seen before. We resisted, though. Then we walked to the Falling Rock Bookstore and Café, where Rob and Grace played a game of checkers (Rob won.), Robby played with blocks, and we hung out. Rob bought some coffee from the Great Lakes Coffee Company located there, and then we headed back to the campground.
Ed and Diane, friends of Bob and Sue’s from Roscommon, were there visiting when we got back. Matt and Erin had also caught a couple chipmunks, took pictures, and set them free to warn their friends of the craziness. We had a dinner of hamburgers on the grill, and then had some s’mores before hitting the hay.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
This morning, we woke up and got packed up to head up to Munising. The kids slept well, including Lily, who is sometimes sleeping for 4 to 5 hour stretches at a time at night. Grace and Robby are pretty pooped, but unwilling to stop moving for fear of collapsing. After a filling breakfast of potatoes, pancakes, and sausage, we took off.
The drive up to Munising was beautiful: sunny, warm, and not too much traffic. Mackinaw Bridge was pretty, and US-2 along the northern shore of Lake Michigan is something to see. When we got to the Munising Tourist Park, we set up our site (#64) and sat down to taunt Rob’s parents as they pulled in and set up. Matt and Erin arrived soon after his parents and set up their tent. Then Amy and Lisa showed up and set up their tent a few sites down.
The sites are nice, with lots of room to play. There was a little grass, but mostly dirt and sand to run around on. Rob’s parents’ site (#65) was much sandier since it was right on the lake, but it had a terrific view that we all shared. We had a dinner of brats and hot dogs, threw some rocks back into Lake Superior (They were lost!), then sat around a campfire to relax. Pretty uneventful day, but nice.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Rob’s sister, Erin, and uncle both emailed him directions to his Uncle Terry’s house. Sarah printed out Microsoft Streets and Trips directions using the Christmas card address. There apparently was a breakdown in communication somewhere along the line, for Sarah never got the directions Rob thought he had forwarded to her, Rob and Sarah never checked the directions against the Streets and Trips directions, and neither bothered to verify a darned thing.
All was hunky dory for awhile. Rob then decided to turn down some unknown driveway, which we thought was the unmarked road we were supposed to be on (1.0 miles means 1.0 miles, not 0.8!). When we had to back out of the driveway, Sarah took over driving, since she is backer-outer-extraordinaire. Since we would be “there” in no time, according to Streets and Trips, Sarah continued to drive. We turned down the desired road, which was dirt, and continued on. And on. And on. We were getting slightly nervous, since we weren’t seeing much. Plus, the road was getting narrower and narrower. It was at this point that Sarah warned Rob that if we started two-tracking it, we would have to call his dad.
Our anxiety was eased, however, when we saw Rob’s Uncle Jim and John in their sedan. Of course they know where they are going! They must be running to the store or something! Even though at this point, the road had turned to two tracks, we felt better that we were going the right direction because of his uncle, so we did not call. Big mistake.
The ruts at the bottom of the hills on this road were deep and mud-filled. The hills themselves were pretty steep, with loose gravel on the surface. Needless to say, the car wash before we left was quickly ruined.
We started getting more and more nervous again when we saw no signs of civilization and the branches were closing in around us. At this point, I would like to remind everyone reading that we are in a full-sized van towing a 19 foot trailer. Add on the hitch (3 feet) and the bumper and spare tire (1 foot), and we are a small train. When we reached the end of the road, or what I like to call “Field of Dreams”, we were forced to turn around (careful to avoid the gas thingy sticking out of the ground) and retrace our path down the treacherous stretch of road. Lovely. When we were able to get a signal on our cell phone, we then called Rob’s dad to get directions. It turns out, we were less than a mile away from his uncle’s house, but there was a forest in between us and the destination. Darn forest. Also, Uncle Jim and John had no idea where they were either, and were not able to warn us because they did not recognize us that fast.
All’s well that ends well, eh?
Friday, June 29, 2007
Ready, Set, Go!
Anytime we have access to the Internet, we will post a little something on this blog or the vacation blog (I haven't decided. I am leaning toward the vacation blog.). It may be mid-July until we post any pictures, though. We'll have to see what kind of connection we will have. Rob and I will keep a running blog on our computer for when we have Internet access, so all of our adoring fans can remain updated on our adventures.
So long! Farewell! Auf wiedersehen! Adieu!
Guitar Hero
Guitar Hero: Encore Edition is going to have hair bands from the 1980s. This is the music Rob listened to in junior high and early high school, before the Nirvana influence. He still listens to it occasionally and practices his air guitar often. He'll need to step up that practicing if he wants to beat me at the game. I'm unstoppable.
Sarcasm doesn't really come across too well in writing, does it?
Monday, June 25, 2007
Packing
Tomorrow, I anticipate sorting through the kids' art supplies, books, and toys in the camper. We definitely need different books in there, including ones that Grace can read. Also, the art supplies are running low; our little Picaso and Van Gogh especially love the coloring books and stickers. We'll probably throw in a few different inside toys for rainy days or lazy mornings and change up the outside toys to promote more cooperative play and less fighting.
After that, just a few odds and ends, clothes, freezer food, and dry food. Then, we're off!
Favorite Snacks
Lays potato chips and French onion chip dip
Twinkies
Giant glasses of milk
Bagel Bites
Cucumbers
Tortilla chips with cheese melted on top
Cashews
Milk Duds
Town House crackers and Shulers cheese
Apple chips
Chocolate covered potato chips
Popcorn
Crunchy Cheetos
Corn Chex