The day after the day after our wedding, we embarked on an adventure.
Our honeymoon wasn’t exactly planned. At least, in my opinion, it wasn’t planned.
That’s not to say Jeff didn’t have a plan. He did, but he didn’t do any actual planning. He opted for an outline and a map, certain there were plenty of road signs which would lead us where we would go.
Jeff envisioned a tour of the Michigan of his childhood, taking me to the places that brought him happy memories and making newer ones with me. He wanted to do this and his enthusiasm was so contagious we set off knowing that we’d play it by ear as we went along.
We ended up traveling sort of up the east side and over to the middle of Michigan, down the west side, and back through the center.
We pulled off the highway and pulled into A&W to grab a quick lunch and a glass jug of A&W Root Beer to take along on our journey.
We shopped the outlet mall for Calphalon and cookware, and found a great sale on Pyrex. It was a ridiculous bargain in a ridiculous color: purple.
Jeff pointed out that it would be a lot easier to determine which item we would take home from family potlucks, as no one else would likely have that hue. I nodded along. I’d already been to quite a few of those, and didn’t remember anyone having purple Pyrex.
It didn’t bother me at all that our new pie rounds, lidded casseroles, mixing bowls, and storage bowls were going to be violet. I secretly really liked the quirkiness, and the price was more than right. We paid for our purchases and giggled with happiness, because, well… we just bought purple Pyrex.
We spent some our dollar-dance money on clothing for both of us, had to stop at the tool shop, and spent some time in a sport memorabilia and trading card store.
Our dinner destination was wonderful, fun and delicious. I found a chicken platter in the gift shop that found its way into the Neon’s little trunk along with some cheese straws and our other treasures.
We had been to Zehnders together before. We’d been to Bronner’s as well, but we revisited there, too. It’s easy to get lost in the wonder of aisles and aisles of Christmas, wandering down every one. Time sort of flew by us, and before we knew it, we were getting back on the road much later than we meant to.
We set out to cut away from the east coast and stop somewhere around Clare for the evening. In the morning we would go through Roscommon State Forrest and continue on to Houghton Lake.
For reasons beyond our control, that’s not at all what happened. Our first night’s lodging ended up being even more unplanned than our casually unplanned plan.
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Enjoy This Weeks Discovery Links
A&W: Root Beer
Birch Run: More than Just Great Outlets
Zehnder’s: More than Just Amazing Chicken
Bronner’s: More than Just Christmas