Michigan NorthEastern UP – Whitefish Bay

As much as I enjoyed what I’d seen of Michigan so far, it was time to leave the Mitten and experience the fabled Upper Peninsula, or UP.  It was a surprisingly easy drive from Alpena to my next campground on Lake Superior. To reach the UP you must cross the Mackinac Bridge, which spans the mile wide Mackinac Straits that connect Lake Michigan to Lake Huron.

Crossing the Mighty Mac into the Upper Peninsula.

This bridge is often referred to as being difficult to navigate with an RV, including tales of white knuckled crossings to days long delays due to weather. My own experience was remarkable only in it’s lack of drama. It was a bright sunny day with mild winds, and they were repaving half the deck, so traffic crawled along the single open lane at no more than 20 mph.  Frankly it seemed a lot like rush hour on 285 in Atlanta. Continue reading “Michigan NorthEastern UP – Whitefish Bay”

Bean Blossom

Welcome to Bean Blossom!

There are three bluegrass festivals on my bucket list: Telluride, Merlefest and Bean Blossom. I’ve been to Telluride twice, once with my wife & daughter just for a day in 2001 and for the full week with my buddy Jim Medley 2012. Since it dovetailed nicely into my desire to visit the state of Michigan this year, I signed up for a full 8 day pass to Bean Blossom 2018. The central Indiana location is only 3-4 hours from Springfield IL, so I invited Jim to join me once again, thinking he might be able to drive over for the weekend. To my surprise, he took the entire week off work, so I had the pleasure of the company of one of my oldest friends for the whole festival. What a treat!

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Kentucky Backwoods 4

Relighting the Fire

I was unsuccessful at quitting smoking.

They say it can be addictive, and I guess that must be true. I was up to several times a week on several different devices. I had reached the point where everything tasted of smoke and my clothes and hair lent their smell every room I entered, like some gigantic campfire scented Airwick. So I tried to go cold turkey. (Ever notice how most cold turkey is smoked? But I digress.)

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