1∞ Wheeler Passing Us in the Rain

1∞ Wheeler Passing Us in the Rain

This morning, we launched early and made good progress until about sixty miles from home. As you can see. Anne was driving and she did a yeoman’s job behind the wheel, but when the last rest stop presented itself, she took the opportunity to bale. I drove the remainder, except as we were leaving the rest stop, the clouds parted, the skies brightened and the sun even came out. I guess she wasn’t doing it right after all. Anyway, we’re home now. 😉

Maize & Blue

Our first stop was the Ann Arbor farmer’s market. Anne hit Spun the yarn store there, while I found breakfast in the form of an apple fritter, a cool t-shirt and Honeysuckle honey from Mackinac Island, all in different vendors booths. When got back to Harry’s the gang was all there. Eight people for eight slices of Anne’s strawberry-rhubarb pie. We scattered after.

Cafe Zola’s Maize & Blue Martini

We lunched at Cafe Zola and I ordered one of their signature drinks, a Maize & Blue martini, which consisted of Grey Goose vodka, blue Curaçao and Limoncello, shaken, not stirred. I also ordered their Moroccan Octopus. It was sautéed in a lemon-garlic marinade, with an olive tapenade and lemon saffron aioli

Moroccan Octopus

After lunch, we walked around Main St., but when we tried to head up to State St., we hit a wall of construction. We gave up walking and tried driving, but with little success. We eventually broke through just north of the Big House. With time to kill we walked Gallup Park, until it was time to pickup Harry and head over to Liz’s. Grilling ensued, with Alex manning the meat. Good times.

Headed South

Headed South

Leisurely launch this morning. At 10:13, which Anne foreshortened to 10:10, because it sounds more illierative. In binary though 1010 is ten. So, we left even earlier than I expected. We short-stopped in St. Ignace for breakfast at Java Joe’s. Getting on the road again, we turned onto I-75 southbound. Navigation instructed us to go 90 miles straight, then turn gay at Gaylord. Alrighty then. The rest of the drive south was uneventful and we arrived safely to Harry’s.