We started our going west in earnest today leaving St. Ignatz and Mackinac/Mackinaw confusion behind and traveling west across Michigan’s UP on Highway 2. This is a pretty nice road without much traffic. The terrain is lakeshore mostly with Lake Michigan on the left and bigger and healthier-looking trees than seen up by Lake Superior on the right. Not a real exciting drive; Peg handled the first part and I drove the second part. No spares fell off. We kept it out of the ditch. We struggled to stay awake.
We pulled into our campground in Iron Mountain shortly after crossing the EDT/CDT line which gave us an hour by allowing to set our watches back an hour. We pulled into our site and were almost immediately addressed by our neighbor who told us right off the bat that we would require one leveling block under our right wheels to get level. In this case, he was right. We muddled along for a bit setting up the Invader when he started a cross-street conversation about almost nothing.
Peggy and I crossed the road and took a seat at the guy’s picnic table and were subsequently informed about the only proper way to do things and the way he does them and there is no possible alternative. It was a very short time before we nicely, but firmly withdrew from his School of Doing Everything Properly According to Rick, World’s Smartest Human. We skulked back to our trailer hoping we had not missed any proper ways of doing everything and closed the door to discourage visitors.
Peg whipped up bratwursts and Caesar salad and corn-on-the-cob for dinner, we popped in a crummy Robert Mitchum movie and started nodding out around 10:00 PM. About 2:00 AM, there was a crack of thunder followed by a prolonged period of frightening electrical noises. We had no problem determining if the other was awake.