Long Miles And Family Funnies

We road-tripped it to the south side of the Mason-Dixon line, leaving at 4am on a Friday morning because our 3 wee hooligans begged us to depart while it was still black out, exclaiming that adventure is better when you’re up before the sun. (Like, duh!!!) We conceded to their enthusiasm for an un-godly exit for our own reasons . . .  I mean, WHO, I ask you, wants to drive through NYC and across the GW Bridge during rush hour?

Adrenaline for the kids, caffeine for the adults, we travelled through the still star-lit sky towards our holiday destination of Williamsburg, VA. My generously-giving Gramma gifted us with a timeshare at a lovely resort in the center of our nation’s “Historic Triangle”.

The following performances are examples of how the Morrison’s amuse themselves when the miles get long. You’ll notice which two of our little men crave the camera and which boy doesn’t, non-performer that he is.


E-Mo (A friend of mine decided this should be my new nickname. I’m using it to determine if I like it.)

The End.

Go North

Can I just show you a few pictures from the paradise of our summer holiday? They can’t do the wonder of the real thing much justice, but your heart might just stop anyway – or in the words of my son Seth, “That just opened my heart.”

Of course I would leave home without my good camera, so I bring you “Heaven’s Front Porch” via Instagram . . .

Do you see ALL that water? It’s UN-salted. Can you imagine such vast freshness – without another shoreline in sight? It feels like you’re looking at the Caribbean, but it’s Lake Michigan. Go North my peeps, go North!

This is Sleeping Bear National Dunes and THAT is a 690 foot drop – or catapult, for the adventurous – into the Lake. Don’t worry, if you can’t make it back up to the top, you can hire a helicopter to airlift you out, so says the sign of warning(!) at the top. Our dudes made it all the way up this year without any assistance! (My muscles are still quivering from the year I had to carry Seth up the hill on my back.)

You can swim twenty feet deep and still see the bottom of the sand floor – it’s that clear.

My guys . . .

And the countryside views from my parents wide windows . . .

It’s also a little bit like club-med when we travel to my native haunt. My daddy likes to show his grandkids a good time, that’s why he built a rink for all-season sports and activities. You can imagine why our boys never want to leave Michigan . . .

I’m going to end on that tasty note of scraped-up skin. (TMI!!!!) If you ever want to Go North, let me know and I can hook you up!!!

P.S. This is my mama, ain’t she purdy?!?!? Do you know what that is on her counter? It’s a PHONEbook! I thought those things were extinct, but there is no internet at this wilderness dwelling. Hallelujah.

My mama in the kitchen, artfully crafting the culinary wonders she is known around her parts for.


Picturesque perfection – my parents home and our summer haven.

The End. For real.