Monday, September 10, 2012
Here's to matrimony, the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented! ~ Heinrich Heine
That's the way it's always been, and it's worked out fine for us. No friction whatsoever.
Until this year.
This year we've decided we're going to take a drive to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, to the Sault Ste. Marie area of the state as well as cross over into the Sault Ste. Marie of Ontario. I don't know why but from the time I was a little girl and first spotted it on a map, the name has intrigued me. I never dreamt I'd be within a day's drive of it, but here I am! And then Dear Hubby starts in: "Can you look up the distance between here and there?" "Should we do this?" "Should we stop there?" "Should we make reservations here, or there?" On and on down the line.
I put my foot down.
I told him this is one trip I really really really want to go on. And I want to do it my way. I want to meander. I want to stop for coffee along the way. I want to pull into antique shops on the side of the highway. I want to stay wherever we spot a place that looks comfortable. I want to take it slow and easy and relaxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. No time tables. No time limits. Just go to Sault Ste. Marie, travel along the southern shore of Lake Superior -- another place I would love to see -- loop around to the northern shore of Lake Michigan, come back across the Mackinac Bridge...and arrive home at the end of a week.
I think I took him a little bit aback. He asked me a little hesitantly, "Haven't you enjoyed the trips we've gone on in the past?" And I answered yes truthfully. But I told him, "There's always been an agenda. If the hunting wasn't good here, you wanted to go there. I don't want it all scheduled out. I want to...meander."
He said "Ok!"
And then started planning on taking a boat trip to some island or bay or something.
And I said, "No."
And outside of knowing the week we're leaving...because we do have to know that...that's as far as our plans have gone. So far.