We are home

Three  dreamlike days. A drive 280 miles north to the ferry parking lot.  Unloading bikes and luggage, buying tickets for the ferry to the island.  The seas were rough that day, and spray glistened on the windows.  No one braved the open upper deck.  All rode below as the boat went up and down.   Once the ferry docked,  my husband and I rode our bikes to the hotel and after wandering a bit, found the front desk.  Our room overlooked Lake Huron.  We relaxed in our bright, cheerful room and the strode to the dining room for dinner.  700 or so people dine on any given night.  After dinner, we explored the hotel.  The next morning was misty but warm, so the two of us browsed the shops.  We met a woman who lives in St. Ignace but her inlaws live on the island.  After lunch, my husband and I rode our bicycles in the heart of  the island  We visited the golf course, new condos, the houses on the bluff.  This morning, we watched a gorgeous sunrise.  A beautiful day to ride on leaf covered paths around the island.  Back in the downtown area, we waited for the ferry that would take us across Lake Huron to the mainland where our car and luggage waited.  And then a safe trip home.