August 31-September 1, St. Clair Shores, MI
We decide to run overnight from Presque Isle to Lake St. Clair. Keith’s dad seems to be in a hurry to be in St. Clair Shores by Saturday. Keith’s mom will join us there, and for some reason, she is uncharacteristically anxious for us to arrive. The weather seems to agree with her; it couldn’t be better for this passage and we have a very comfortable trip.
Around noon, we pull in to Jefferson Beach Marina, where we bought Pelican and dock at the Bob Seger’s slip. (The rock star is an avid sailor and happens to be a good friend of our boat dealer.) Mom has driven through Chicago and had lunch with Sean (or so the story went), and she shows up at 6:45 pm. It’s good to see her and we help bring her things aboard. A few minutes later, an unknown person steps onto our boat and opens the doors at the top of the companionway. A head pops into sight, and the face is familiar, but out of place. I’m so taken aback, that I blurt out, “Who are you?!” to my own son. They're not going to let me forget that for a very long time!
This is as good as it gets! We’re so thrilled to see Sean and spend Labor Day w
eekend with him. Now we know why Dad seemed a little pushy! They all wanted to surprise us, and they got us, but good!
This nine-month trip is a fantastic adventure and a tremendous blessing, and I'm very grateful. But at the same time, the thought of so much time away makes me feel very disconnected from family and friends. Having Sean join us for the long weekend is the perfect antidote!
We decide to run overnight from Presque Isle to Lake St. Clair. Keith’s dad seems to be in a hurry to be in St. Clair Shores by Saturday. Keith’s mom will join us there, and for some reason, she is uncharacteristically anxious for us to arrive. The weather seems to agree with her; it couldn’t be better for this passage and we have a very comfortable trip.
Around noon, we pull in to Jefferson Beach Marina, where we bought Pelican and dock at the Bob Seger’s slip. (The rock star is an avid sailor and happens to be a good friend of our boat dealer.) Mom has driven through Chicago and had lunch with Sean (or so the story went), and she shows up at 6:45 pm. It’s good to see her and we help bring her things aboard. A few minutes later, an unknown person steps onto our boat and opens the doors at the top of the companionway. A head pops into sight, and the face is familiar, but out of place. I’m so taken aback, that I blurt out, “Who are you?!” to my own son. They're not going to let me forget that for a very long time!
This is as good as it gets! We’re so thrilled to see Sean and spend Labor Day w
eekend with him. Now we know why Dad seemed a little pushy! They all wanted to surprise us, and they got us, but good!This nine-month trip is a fantastic adventure and a tremendous blessing, and I'm very grateful. But at the same time, the thought of so much time away makes me feel very disconnected from family and friends. Having Sean join us for the long weekend is the perfect antidote!
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