This bird has flown and her mother and I left our hearts in Ann Arbor.

We got her a new toy as an apology for being gone so long. She likes it so much that she now sleeps with it.

View atop Sleeping Bear Dunes. The edge of that sand drops waaaaaaaay down to a, “it will cost you a $3,000 rescue helicopter ride if you can’t walk back up yourself” beach.

The ferry was rocking and rolling on Lake Huron so much that I’m impressed my camera managed this shot of The Mighty Mack.
Also, my hat got blown off… and into the woman behind me. Embarrassing but now it’s my “lucky” hat.

Asking the lovely woman at the front desk of our not-fancy hotel provided us with the perfect dinner recommendation.
We also got back in time to thank her, which turned into a very short chat and a core memory of the vacation.

More human, less tech.