Hi everyone! As reported, last week was busy – not so much ON the island as OFF! I’ll try to write again on Tuesday to catch you up on what all was happening over that week, but tonight gets dedicated to Jason’s visit!
It’s so much fun when one of the “kids” comes – even when the kid is 41 (choke . . . how can that be)! Each of our adult children love Mackinac Island, and each loves it for a different reason. For Jason it’s the interaction with new people and the ability to be partying one moment and taking a solitary walk up the hills the next. He and Ted have always played off each other in the funniest, zaniest way, and putting the two of the them together in one house is asking for instant laughter on a regular basis. Ted calls him and Blake his “bonus sons”, a name which they both find somewhat silly, but in their heart of hearts, they also love that concept and the relationship they have with him.
Jason arrived on the 11:35 flight into Pellston from Detroit. It’s a tradition to start his visit with lunch at the Pink Pony – before we even go to the condo. This year was no different!
Lunch was followed by a walk up the hill and Jason disappearing into the guest bedroom for a short nap. I have to admit that Ted and I were both soon also napping away in our recliners. We slept about 30 minutes – Jason woke up three hours later (this is the son who NEVER slows down).
This is a night photo, but the afternoon of the three-hour nap the windows were up, there was a breeze blowing steadily through into the bedroom, and if you awoke and looked outside, the trees in the backyard made it appear you were sleeping in a treehouse. Jason said he woke up several times, but each time the windows, trees and breeze just put him right back to sleep. He said, quite simply, “It was the best nap of my life.”
Before he arrived Jason had already checked out everything going on on the island during his visit.
“Leo Kottke is playing in the park Thursday night! We have to go to that!” he said via email.
I knew about the concert – all part of the Music in the Park program on the island – but I didn’t have a clue who Leo Kottke was and neither did Ted . . .
. . . but we must have been the only ones on the island who didn’t know about this musician, because he drew the largest crowd of any entertainer in the park this summer!
It turns out Leo Kottke is a fabulous guitarist and also a great teller of stories. He has a huge following, even though he has only sold a few records/CDs in his lifetime. He was simply awesome. We brought blankets, wine and paper cups and spread out on the grass of Marquette Park with everyone else. The weather was perfect! After the concert and dinner at the Seabiscuit Cafe, we headed home. An early night!
On Friday Jason, Ted and Andrew Doud met up at Wawashkamo for a golf game. Jason had never played that course and really enjoyed the game and learning all about the history of the land on which the golf course was built.
Friday afternoon Jason and I rode around the Island, stopping occasionally for pics (taking them, not having them taken). Why don’t any of our children or grandchildren like posing for photographs!? Could it be because every time they look my way they’re staring into a camera lens?
Didn’t have my camera with me on this trip so I was using my iphone, which doesn’t work well for “far off” photos like this one (or cropped enlargements like the one above). But I couldn’t pass up getting a shot of this couple who had waded out to the little stone/rock/sand bar with two chairs and a cooler of goodies. That’s what I call getting away from it all!
Dinner was pizza at Goodfellow’s and then a little TV at the condo. Another good day.
Saturday began with breakfast at the Chuckwagon, where we watched Donny work his magic on a grill filled with omelets, bacon, ham, hashbrowns and sausage.
After breakfast we rode out to Silver Birches, where we’d called ahead for a return visit so Jason could check out this great renovation project.
Liz once again showed us around, and we were amazed at the work that had been done since our last stop-in. I volunteered to come out and help do anything I could (clean old furniture, paint, scrub windows), and in return Liz offered an overnight stay before the end of the season. I am psyched about that!
We rode back to the condo up British Landing Road, which means I walked a lot. Even Ted and Jason stopped for a breather at the entrance to Wawashkamo.
After freshening up, we rode back into town and had lunch at Bistro on the Green at Mission Point. We ended the day with dinner at the Pink Pony.
It’s unbelievable how fast this visit went by. Before I could hardly turn around, it was Sunday morning . . .
. . . and we were back on the ferry and on the way to the airport.
The good thing is Jason might come back for Halloween – like he did last year. Hmmm . . . maybe he can find the rest of that gorilla suit he lost parts of last year!
Hurry back, sweetie! Loved you being here!