Jason and Blair left Monday afternoon, calling around 9 p.m. to let us know they were safely back at their home in Atlanta. Blake hadn’t burned the place down or thrown any wild parties while they were gone, and both dogs and the cat were still alive and well. The house was even clean. All is good.
For me – it’s the day after.
The day after family and friends leave the island is always a sad one. I miss the voices, the laughter, the sound of Bear and Maddie going crazy when the guest bedroom door opens each morning and someone walks out that they had forgotten was here. Bear “talks” to newcomers, and a newcomer to Bear is anyone he hasn’t seen for the last five minutes. His eyes get all squished up, he grins like a maniac, and he wraps his mouth around your forearm – not to bite, but to lead you to a place in the den so you can be comfortable while you pet him profusely and gush about how beautiful he is. If you don’t like dog hair, dog talking, and dog slobber on your arm – no need to ever come visit us. I’m just being honest.
Jill always knows that I’m down on “days after”. When I got back on the island Monday afternoon and stopped in at the bookstore to say hi, she handed me a bag and made me promise not to open it until I got home. When I did, I found photos of Jason, Blair, Ted and I that she had taken when they arrived on Thursday afternoon and a dozen chocolate/chocolate chip cookies – my passion for overcoming the blues. Jill knows me so well.
It occurred to me today that I never got around to revealing what famous celebrity was at the Grand this weekend. And actually, it was two famous people! Jane Seymour and Joe Lando, as well as some of their family and friends, made a last-minute trip to the island on Sunday. Jane and Joe (of Dr. Quinn – Medicine Woman fame) are nearby filming a Hallmark Channel movie (can’t wait to see THAT one!), and Jane’s daughter had never visited the island. A few phone calls later, and they were flying in. They were picked up at the airport, took a carriage ride to the Grand Hotel, rode bikes downtown, shopped for fudge at Ryba’s, and signed autographs for an hour at the Grand. A whirlwind trip, but a wonderful afternoon for those lucky enough to spot them. Sunday was the day Jason, Blair, Ted and I were all over the island – but mostly NOT downtown – so we missed the big event. BUT – thanks to my friend Mary at the Grand, here is a special photo of the two stars (and Mary – our star!).
Here’s something else I was going to show you last night, but after posting 50 photos, I decided that was enough for one night. Take a look at the photo below and see if you can guess where it is – and what is is.
Give up? This wonderfully comfortable spot is the Pellston Airport. When Ted and I first flew into Pellston 11 years ago, the airport was a tiny little building barely large enough to hold a suitcase. Now there is this gorgeous, rustic lodge airport like something out of North Woods Today.
The last time Blake flew out at Pellston, the security x-ray thingy picked up something suspicious in his carry-on. I was sitting in the waiting area in one of the rocking chairs (because I never pass up a rocking chair), and I saw Blake being pulled aside and asked to empty his carry-on. In a moment, he turned and pointed me out to the security guard. I was thinking, “Oh my gosh, what in the world did he put in there?” The guard walked out of the security area, over to me sitting in my chair, handed me a plastic bag and said, “Mrs. Horton, your son can’t fly with this jar of Mackinac Island Cherry Barbeque Sauce in his carry-on. It’s against our ‘liquids’ regulations.” It seems Blake didn’t want to put it in his checked baggage because it might break, causing a minor catastrophe with his clothes. He was carrying it home for Jason to use on the next grilled BBQ chicken. Jason and Blair didn’t want to risk it in their checked bags either on Monday, so the BBQ sauce is still in our pantry. Guess I’ll take it home in the car!
When I returned from the airport Monday, I had 45 minutes to kill before the next ferry. I drove over to Mackinaw Crossings, a little shopping village across from Shepler’s Ferry Dock. I wandered into what I thought was a new store, but the owner – Amy Peterson – told me this was her second summer. Her store, Down Home Up North, was packed full of home goods, resort items, accessories (I bought two fantastic scarves – on sale), and lake finds that would work in the condo here AND in our lake house in Georgia. I’m definitely going back when I have more time to really look the store over. I loved it!
Here’s something I’ve been forgetting to do, but I took care of it finally! A reader asked several weeks ago for a photo of the General Store in the Village. We rode by there this weekend, and I stopped to take the photos below.
One more thing! Met two more blogging buddies today – and didn’t have my camera with me! I met Jill and Diane over at the Carriage Museum this morning for coffee and donuts, and while we were sitting outside at the picnic tables this couple came walking up with “that smile” on their face that I’ve learned to recognize. They tentatively asked, “Bree?” I grinned and said “Yes!” They were Rose and George from Austin, Minnesota (golly, I hope I remembered the names correctly). They were staying at The Grand and come to the island once in the spring and once in the fall every year. They told me they had never commented, but read regularly and urged me to keep writing! Well, ok!
That’s it for tonight. After a day off last week, I’ll be back at my post at the Stuart House on Wednesday. Stop by to see me if you’re in town!
Hmmm, I think there are two more chocolate cookies . . . . hate to see them go to waste!
Note: Header photo from our visit to Fort Mackinac on Sunday afternoon.