Nobody likes when a vacation ends, even a small one, unless its an awful vacation, or the kind of faraway vacation that lasts so long that one is ready at the end to finally return. I did not look forward to leaving the Michigan shore to return to Chicago. Today we tried to go to the beach but the wind was whipping sand so hard we had to leave. First the Blue Star Highway and then the Red Arrow Highway carried us back.
Etta spoke with the owner of a gallery in Three Oaks perhaps setting up some future purchases. I found a pitstop using Jane and Michael Stern’s Roadfood website. We ate lunch at Carlsons Drive-In in Michigan City, Indiana, a town in the shadow of a nuclear smokestack. A gaggle of waitresses were in wait- you could eat in the car with a tray or at a picnic table. We chose to get some air and took a table. For food I ordered two chili cheese dogs, french fries, a side of ranch dressing and cheese cubes. Etta got a fish sandwich. I spoke to Deanne about this when she was arranging flowers a couple weeks ago- Jane and Michael Stern know their stuff. The fried cubes of American cheese were unbelievable. For dessert I went across the street to Bubbles and had a butter pecan waffle cone.