I awoke to the sound of two dogs that's combined weights were less than my left pannier. 6:30am. Good enough of an alarm as any so I packed up my bike and just as I was about to head out, the woman whose yard I was invading came out to greet me. Not only greet me but invite me in, get me breakfast, find the best directions to Ludington, and give me her cell number in case I get lost.
*SHOUT OUT TO JULIE FROM MANISTEE*
Julie is the sweetest woman you can imagine, with a house full of great kids and a heart of even more love.
After that kind of send off, my ride was perfect. Until I hit US 10. The "sidewalk" next to it is fine but each driveway is bookmarked by a tall curb. After about a half hour of this I had already popped my left pannier off three times. Time for a change. So I got directions from the next autoshop. On towards Hart, MI - start of the Hart-Montague Bike Trail! Woops. There went Hart. Time for ONSTAR DADDY! Nothing makes you feel a little more like a ten year old running away from home than calling your dad on day three of a cross country bike trip to say "where am I?" Luckily, Shelby was the next connection to the trail and literally minutes from me:) So I sailed into the teeny town and grabbed pizza before dropping in on my cousins for the evening. Where I was convinced to turn my evening into a luxurious stay at Camp Winterstein;) Icecream, popcorn, Top Chef, and Jeopardy with family, after a hot shower. Not too shabby;)
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