Friday, May 20, 2011
Day 7- Gaylord to Houghton Lake
When my alarm went off at 6:30 I couldn't believe it! I didn't even remember laying down. Terry had pumped up my tires and gotten my bike on the rack before I walked upstairs. They took me into downtown Gaylord and bought me breakfast. It was AMAZING! A massive plate filled with eggs veggies and hash browns. Ann even gave me her leftovers which would be enough for my lunch and dinner.
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Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Day 6- Cheboygan to Gaylord
I guess we drank more beers than I thought. I woke up at eleven thirty, not the seven o'clock I had planned, to a counter full of bottles and a grinning Rachel ( the, I told you so kind of mom thing grin) We made breakfast and she packed me some lunch. Andy never really got up but he didn't punch me when I went in to say goodbye.
I was on the road around 12:30. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and man it was warm.
Everyone likes to ask me if my butt gets soar, I always just smiled and told them it didn't. But man oh man today was different.The last 200 miles finally caught up to me, wedgies and a soar butt from the beginning. My body was punishing me for those beers.
I rode into Indian river and had lunch near the river, rode down 27 in the middle of no where for what seemed like up hill and forever. I think the whole way to Gaylord was uphill. I was so happy get there I could have cried, then I realized I still had twelve more miles in to the wind to where I was staying and did cry. But I ate the rest of my chocolate bar in the Koles parking lot and got over it.
It was so good to get there! Terry and Ann (my dads girlfriends parents) are so pleasant! They are also vegetarians, I don't know what they fed me but man after that killer day of riding I shoveled it in.
It was great to get a shower, but man I had a terrible sun burn with awesome tan lines on the top halves of my hands. We chatted a bit and watched this murder mystery movie before Terry and I made some peanut butter and jelly toast and I passed out.
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I was on the road around 12:30. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and man it was warm.
Everyone likes to ask me if my butt gets soar, I always just smiled and told them it didn't. But man oh man today was different.The last 200 miles finally caught up to me, wedgies and a soar butt from the beginning. My body was punishing me for those beers.
I rode into Indian river and had lunch near the river, rode down 27 in the middle of no where for what seemed like up hill and forever. I think the whole way to Gaylord was uphill. I was so happy get there I could have cried, then I realized I still had twelve more miles in to the wind to where I was staying and did cry. But I ate the rest of my chocolate bar in the Koles parking lot and got over it.
It was so good to get there! Terry and Ann (my dads girlfriends parents) are so pleasant! They are also vegetarians, I don't know what they fed me but man after that killer day of riding I shoveled it in.
It was great to get a shower, but man I had a terrible sun burn with awesome tan lines on the top halves of my hands. We chatted a bit and watched this murder mystery movie before Terry and I made some peanut butter and jelly toast and I passed out.
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Day 5- Mackinaw to Cheboygan
I figure while I'm in this car I could finish up blogging about the rest of my trip home. Sorry about no pictures, don't have the computer with me.
I stuck around Mackinaw during the day, got my paperwork for work all filled out, helped clean up the shack (even though Mike has it pretty spotless this year) and did a little more research for the Atlantic Coast trip.
I ended up riding to Cheboygan around seven to pick up a script and stay with Andy and his mom. It was a quick trip and first rime touring in the dark. Thank goodness Joe hooked me up with a headlight.
I love staying with Andy and his mom. Rachel makes really good food and they make me feel like part of the family.
Andy was out with some friends so Rachel and I hung out watching N.C.I.S. and she fed me pizza and Klondike bars : ) during commercials she told me the story of when she was in school and bet this kid in her class he couldn't walk from Cheboygan to Indian River. Well their teacher made a day of it and they walked. They made it thirteen miles before she picked them up and took them out for pizza.
I was just about passed out when Andy came home with Zach, another good friend from work. I was ecstatic to see him cause he joined the marines and has been away at boot camp. We started chatting, then they thought it would be a good idea to have some beers and watch Hott Fuzz, the dumbest movie in the world. What a great night!
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I stuck around Mackinaw during the day, got my paperwork for work all filled out, helped clean up the shack (even though Mike has it pretty spotless this year) and did a little more research for the Atlantic Coast trip.
I ended up riding to Cheboygan around seven to pick up a script and stay with Andy and his mom. It was a quick trip and first rime touring in the dark. Thank goodness Joe hooked me up with a headlight.
I love staying with Andy and his mom. Rachel makes really good food and they make me feel like part of the family.
Andy was out with some friends so Rachel and I hung out watching N.C.I.S. and she fed me pizza and Klondike bars : ) during commercials she told me the story of when she was in school and bet this kid in her class he couldn't walk from Cheboygan to Indian River. Well their teacher made a day of it and they walked. They made it thirteen miles before she picked them up and took them out for pizza.
I was just about passed out when Andy came home with Zach, another good friend from work. I was ecstatic to see him cause he joined the marines and has been away at boot camp. We started chatting, then they thought it would be a good idea to have some beers and watch Hott Fuzz, the dumbest movie in the world. What a great night!
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Road Trip Day Three
So it is all of ours first time in Maine. I think maybe now my grandparents have been in all fifty states. The weather is still yuck yuck, I think this is gonna be a really wet first week, at least Joe got us some nice fenders and bags with built in rain covers.
Our first Maine stop besides the bathroom was a grocery store where me and papa went in to grab lunch for everyone. We found a nice roadside park just inside Mt. Desert island to eat. It was so Gorgeous, right on the bay and the water was baby butt smooth. We got kinda lost in and getting to Bar Harbor. We didn't know where to stay or eat so I called a friend from work. This is what he said, " we ate at this place by a corner next to the harbor and across from a park. It's white. We stayed in a place three roads in off the main road. It's a little family owned in next to a big white in". At least that's what I remember him saying. Well in the time we were lost we managed to find both of them...
I had my first lobster at what turned out to be Gayln's. It was probably one of the nicest restaurants i have been too, where here papa and I sat with our lobster aprons on and our waitress giving us step by step directions how to rip apart our meal. I think we grossed out Joe and Gram a little...
Phatties first elevator ride :)
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Location:Maine Turnpike,,United States
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Road Trip Day Two
The weather is still yuck yuck but breakfast was good so I'm happy. The only one who isn't cooperating is tom tom. And he goes dont dodda da!, every time we go over the speed limit. My grandma likes to remind my grandpa of the speed limit every time this happens. Now she's driving and my grandpa is returning the favor, she just ignores him...
We just stopped in Canajoharie, looked like an old western town plopped in foothills. Tom Tom took us to a water fall for our picnic lunch. Ended up just being the side of the road in front of an old farmhouse. Beautiful!
I don't know wether to call them hills or mountains, but we drove through them and they were beautiful! I can't believe how green everything is up here (New York, Massachusetts, and New Hampshire). Portsmouth, where we are staying, is probably one of the coolest cities I have seen, I didn't want to look because we ride through it next week. We got pretty lost trying to find our hotel, the one on Tom Tom didn't exist and the one I saw from the expressway was next to a roundabout...
It's still gross weather, the guy at the check in counter told us the storm came from the Bahamas and a cold front made it get stuck right above us for who knows how long. He also liked grandpa and the idea of the bike trip and upgraded us to a suite with a kitchen and bathroom bigger than the room we stayed in last night (he wanted to make sure we had room for our bikes, I like him).
Dinner was AMAZING! We ate at the diner in the hotel, beef stew for gram, chicken pot pies and a beer for Gramps and Joe, then a fish sandwich and waffle fries for me. I have never been so full as to turn down chocolate. After G&G taught us a new card game, Phase Ten. It got a little competitive, but in the end Gram kicked our butts. I am really happy because everyone seems to be in good spirits.
P.S. This is a picture of my bike and that little white thing on the spoke is my gum I threw out the window 200 miles ago.
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Monday, May 16, 2011
Road Trip Day One
Grace Here,
So I already forgot my passport and ended up stayin in Creek again. Went to a friends and passed out on the couch until their mom kicked me out at three so I went home and snuggled with Alena. Six a.m. came real early and Joe beat me to my grandma's at eight. Their septic tank exploded so Joe and grandpa went to buy a new one and mom and grandma mopped up the flooded basement, I packed the car.
We left at nine. My mom stayed to finish up the basement. Fifteen minutes into the trip I get a message from her that read, Shit. Followed up by a picture of he soaking wet. The pipe above the tank blew up and showered her with water and sand. It was dark and she said she felt like she was in the sinking Titanic, poor Mumma.
The weather is pretty yuck yuck. It's 46 and rainy which made visiting Niagara Falls on the Canadian side a puddle stomping experience. It was still incredibly beautiful in the mist, so much energy for such a little place. My grandpa says they turn the waterfalls off at night, but he likes to pull my leg.
P.S. (by septic tank I meant sump pump)
We made it to Rochester, it's all cold and drizzly out. Joe and I walked to Wendy's to try and find a bar with no luck. I called my friend Dan, who ended up only living four miles from our hotel but he's in Iowa. So I called an old friend from Northern and he only lives five minutes away and he's Gina pick up me and Joe soon to show us the town : )
Anthony took us to a bar with live music and we got Holy Moses's!! Then he took us down town Rochester to the Lux. It was a really neat bar/lounge with arts and crafts and naked lady table legs. Anthony took us the scenic route home, showing us more of Rochester. It wouldn't be an ad place to live.
So I already forgot my passport and ended up stayin in Creek again. Went to a friends and passed out on the couch until their mom kicked me out at three so I went home and snuggled with Alena. Six a.m. came real early and Joe beat me to my grandma's at eight. Their septic tank exploded so Joe and grandpa went to buy a new one and mom and grandma mopped up the flooded basement, I packed the car.
We left at nine. My mom stayed to finish up the basement. Fifteen minutes into the trip I get a message from her that read, Shit. Followed up by a picture of he soaking wet. The pipe above the tank blew up and showered her with water and sand. It was dark and she said she felt like she was in the sinking Titanic, poor Mumma.
The weather is pretty yuck yuck. It's 46 and rainy which made visiting Niagara Falls on the Canadian side a puddle stomping experience. It was still incredibly beautiful in the mist, so much energy for such a little place. My grandpa says they turn the waterfalls off at night, but he likes to pull my leg.
P.S. (by septic tank I meant sump pump)
We made it to Rochester, it's all cold and drizzly out. Joe and I walked to Wendy's to try and find a bar with no luck. I called my friend Dan, who ended up only living four miles from our hotel but he's in Iowa. So I called an old friend from Northern and he only lives five minutes away and he's Gina pick up me and Joe soon to show us the town : )
Anthony took us to a bar with live music and we got Holy Moses's!! Then he took us down town Rochester to the Lux. It was a really neat bar/lounge with arts and crafts and naked lady table legs. Anthony took us the scenic route home, showing us more of Rochester. It wouldn't be an ad place to live.
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