Michigan City Light

"AND WE'RE OFF...LIKE A DIRTY
SHIRT!!!!
 
Every vacation starts with the same phrase.
Tradition. Don't mess with it.
 
We (myself, my dad, and my 2 sisters) didn't leave
town until about 1 p.m. My 83 year-old dad had to play in the praise band at
church. He plays either the keyboard, or the bass guitar. The band has trouble
functioning when he is not there.
 
We made it about 20 miles until we stopped at our
first Wendys. Tradition. Don't mess with it. 3 out of the 4 people had a
bowl of chili. My sister Terrie had a bowl full of crackers with a little chili
thrown in. Our gas tank was full of gas. Soon...the inside of the van would be
full of gas, too.(If we could only convert that to energy.)
 
We had 1234 miles to get to our 1st destination,
but we still decided to make a side trip into Michigan City, Indiana to see this
lighthouse. We also decided that the people in this town must be embarrassed by
the name. "I live in Michigan City." "Where in Michigan is that located?" "It's
not in Michigan...it's in Indiana."
Confusing. I guess Indiana City must have already
been taken.
 
The lighthouse and beach were hopping,
enjoying the last days of summer. Lovers were strolling, people were fishing,
little kids were chasing seagulls, and 6-7 kite-boarders were riding the
waves.
 
The next stop was a covered bridge in Princeton,
Illinois. Close to getting dark. I scampered down the hill for the best angle.
Someone from the house near by yelled out that I was on private property. I
didn't hear them...but I did think I heard banjo music...so I went to the other
side of the bridge.
 
We made it to somewhere in Iowa, and stopped for
the night.