Bloggin' America

“It’s amazing how close to Canada we are,” I said to Mom as we prepared to cross the bridge into Mackinaw City on I-75. This is the port for the Michigan mainland, which is proud to support a completely different culture than the Upper Peninsula. Keep going...

As we drove north down a narrow road lined with snow, I couldn’t help but think we were all going to get stuck at the North Pole! Keep going...

I have never seen so much snow! I’m awake now. The sun is up—barely. George has just pulled over in back of Roy’s Pasties & Bakery. What are “pasties,” and why are we parked here? Keep going...

Hello, faithful readers, if there are any of you still remaining. Sorry I’ve been MIA for the past few weeks, but things got kinda crazy for the Rehnquist clan as of late. You see, George came down with a nasty case of food poisoning and we ended up staying in Indiana much longer than we anticipated. He was sick for about 10 days and even spent two nights in a hospital in Fort Wayne. Keep going...