Customs cleared (barely)

We were sorely unprepared for crossing back into the US. Yes, we were heavily armed with ids of every make & model but we forgot to pack fortitude & a mouth guard to prevent the gnashing of teeth as we were led into the "little house" by the border patrol-OUR OWN PEOPLE! I can't even tell you how long the Amish group was there before we got interviewed or how long they had to stay after we were cleared. All I know is each officer we encountered was ridiculously smug & condescending, leaving me with a different interpretation of A in the US of. If this comes with wearing a uniform I should have one bad-normous attitude after all the plaid skirts I wore in Catholic school.

Once past all this nonsense we were in Michigan on a polka-dotted highway, I kid you not. Now these garbage lid-sized dots are meant for safety as you are to stay "two dots behind the car in front" but I was too busy wondering if they meant should I be able to see two complete dots or was it OK for each car to be touching a dot with one in between. This perplexed & distracted me to no end. I also began to imagine different color scenes available in safety dotting across the nation, summer being the time when you run into all this road work.

We had lunch in Gaylord & crossed off four more state licenses on the list since the restaurant had a bushel of them nailed to the walls. Now you may think of this as cheating but no one said they had to be on a vehicle. This leaves us only with the tiny imaginary kingdom of Delaware to still locate.

Crossed into the Upper Pennisula on the Mighty Mac & since PmaK is a Mighty driver, she was not at all freaked out by driving over Lake Huron on crocheted steel lace.