Monday, June 28, 2021 6/28/21 I managed to escape an evening early, taking advantage of the long summer twilight. My wife knew how eager I was to go, and my tank was empty. With a smile she sent me off. “Remember to check in with the SPOT and don’t get hurt.” The girls were sad; I promised gifts and to take them next time. My oldest had been the summer before; she remembered it as “hard but fun.” My youngest wasn’t ready, and I wanted another crack at the mysterious “solo.”
It was four hours to “the bridge” (The Mackinaw Bridge for any non-Michiganders). I made it to Manistique, an hour past St. Ignace. Nothing like a Subway club on the beach as true darkness falls. I slept in the truck, giddy as a kid that has gotten away with the big prank. I kept waiting for a phone call to drag me home.