Independence Day began with a celebration of the Brits rather than a rejection of them. Zac made us beans and toast with eggs for breakfast (quite tasty). And I had some English Breakfast tea. I was off to a late start but not worried because for the first time on my trip there wasn’t rain in the forecast. Hurrah!
Ann Arbor’s Huron River Drive kicked off the day’s riding — very pleasant and meandering. It made me optimistic about Michigan’s roads. But the middle of the state turned into this:
Kind of like Ohio, but with fewer lanes and oddly higher speed limits. Getting into the spirit of things, I figured I’d try my luck with another ice cream place hamburger for lunch. Because every ice cream place in the midwest serves an amazing hamburger, right?
The burger at Daisy Mae’s in Stanton, MI was solid but couldn’t touch my burger from the day before. Oh well. At this point I thought I might keep trying burgers at places like these all across America. But, strangely, I never did again.
As I neared Traverse City, the roads got hillier and curvier and more fun. And at long last, I reached my friend Kara Lee’s family’s cabin:
Which was right on a little lake:
Kara Lee’s a fellow Angelino (a Glendalian no less) but originally from Michigan and comes out to her family’s cabin for the Fourth of July every year. I met her parents, her brothers, their wives, their children. We ate pulled pork that her brother had slow-cooked in the smoker all day (delicious). We picked up Kara Lee’s boyfriend Tim (also a friend) from the Traverse City Airport that night and got dessert at Blue Moon Ice Cream Shop in Cedar, MI:
Tomorrow was a scheduled day off from riding. I was excited for the rest, to spend time with friends, and to enjoy the spoils of the area.