Last week, after a few hours in Dayton, we pointed the coach back north and pounded the pavement for more than 500 miles.
Hard. Rough. Swaying. Miles.
To be fair, there were sections of smooth pavement. Two, I think.
The scenery distracted us pretty well…the state is one grand vista after another. Greeeeeeen, lussshhhhhh. Florida is a desert in comparison.
We’re in the UP now. Crossed Big Mac, then just past St Ignace took a hard right, and after 17 miles stopped in Cedarville.
Yes, like the town 25 miles from Dayton. No, nothing like that Cedarville.