By Barbara Falconer Newhall
The best thing about going on a road trip all by yourself is — you can brake for a photo op any time you want.
I invited my husband along on my 12-day sojourn to my home state of Michigan, but Jon was closing in on the final grafs of the final chapter of his thriller novel, and he was eager to stay home and get the job done.
And so, a GPS was my only company as I drove my rental car up and down and across Michigan’s lower peninsula. It was wonderful.
Being on my own meant I could linger over cups of coffee and conversation with cousins and friends.
It also meant that I could ignore my GPS and exit the freeway any time I wanted. I could brake for windmills, corn fields, cumulus clouds, and, of course, the prettiest lake in the world — Lake Michigan.
I could breathe the air coming in off the lake.
Never seen Lake Michigan? Never walked its sandy beaches or breathed its watery breezes? Put it on your bucket list. You’re in for a treat.
Here are a few of the Lake Michigan photos I grabbed along the way with my trusty point-and-shoot.
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