People not from Michigan seldom think of it as flat, but the area where I grew up is as flat as a pancake. It was 30F when the sun came up on day two of our trip.
Dad's internet was down and we needed to get the address and phone number of the Cross Country Ski Headquarters. Heather had this stuff in her email, so we had to wait for the Library to open in St. Louis.
Soon we were on our way.
It isn't really a very long drive up to Houghton Lake and Spicer's Boat City.
Now it was time for the Cross Country Ski Headquarters.
|A little bit of Houghton Lake|
|Pink Flamingos, a Santa, and a horrible picture of Heather|
|I imagine come winter this is quite the busy place, but today we had it pretty much to ourselves|
I thought I knew what Heather was wanting to look at. In my mind's eye I was seeing roller skis, but this isn't what she had been trying to tell me about. All Terrain Skis is what she had her eye on. And, Bob was the perfect person to show her. He got her out on the skis and gave her a lesson before she ever committed to buy.
We took our time driving home.