Nine and a half hours later, we arrive. It's best to take this story backwards. I sit in Plymouth, WI, in this darkly light room, typing away. My stomach is full; my thoughts are plentiful. You see, nine hours in a vehicle gets you thinking. You aren't pleased with the nothingness that has happened all day, you have thoughts: many thoughts. I wrote and revised most of my graduation speech today on the not-so-scenic Michigan winter drive across the UP today. The road becomes faded; the hammer hits the stone.
Back to the beginning.
07:30 - Liftoff
After patiently sitting in my living room since 06:30, my grandparents showed up. You see, I'm a very punctual person. When someone tells me to be ready, I'm ready early. I can't sit still, I pace back and forth until they show up. It's a crazy crazy process. Are any other Porters like this?
We hit the road, with no looking back. The air temperature was 14 degrees. As the day went on, we had a good time, just like our trip to Houghton, and on the way back from Older Auntie C's and Uncle D's. It was as usual, I split time driving with Grandma, and Grandpa was disappointed with the food (even I thought the omelet was sub-par).
We got to Wisconsin in one piece. The ride was over. We went out for fish on a Friday night; the fish was delicious.
But for future reference, don't order German Potato Salad, no matter how much you like potato salad.