No pictures for today...as expected, it dawned rainy and dreary, but I was thankful we had chosen to spend an extra day waiting out the more serious weather to the south. I went to Pentwater in the morning, had a tea and yet another snickerdoodle at VGC, which is a Very Good Coffee shop indeed, filled the truck with diesel, and waited to meet my parents at Morat's Bakery in Mears. Morat's has been in business since 1915, and it has the most fantastic period oak and curved glass display cases that house row upon row of rolls, doughnuts, pastries, cookies, brownies, tarts, fudge, and on and on. They're famous for their English Muffin bread, which is shipped all over the world. A loaf is in the fifth wheel's freezer for the ride home.
The weather finally broke this afternoon, and we had dinner at Open Hearth Grille; I must say it's the best meal I've ever had on the second floor of a gas station or anywhere near any gas station for that matter. I hitched tonight and retracted all but one slide. I'm hoping and praying for a good and safe day of driving tomorrow and am lamenting saying goodbye to my parents. A little over half my life ago, I said goodbye to them as I left for college, and I still have that sad, sinking feeling each time I say goodbye all these years later.
A trip via RV to Michigan for Molly, her dogs...and her parents.
