I knew Brad was cooking something up for our first wedding anniversary. What tipped me off? His random, “you don’t know what I’m planning,” or “what day of the week is the 21st?” comments, followed by abrupt silence and little elaboration after I answered the questions. No, my husband is not a good liar, but I think what really tipped me off was when we were sitting in our living room watching TV last week, and I saw that he was looking up hotel rates on his laptop–with the screen turned right towards my face. I asked him what he was doing, which prompted him to turn the computer about two inches in the other direction, but his lack of Bond skills were pretty much a giveaway. Took him about another half hour before he asked me if I’d like to go to Traverse City to celebrate our anniversary weekend.
Check that out.
Our ride for the weekend (yes, it’s borrowed): a Chevy Camaro convertible. I guess being married to an engineer really does have its perks.
We set out Saturday morning for northern Michigan (about a four-hour drive if you’re wondering). So far, this was the furthest we’d traveled to visit a new Michigan town, but after making several nine to eleven-hour drives over the past couple weeks, this mini road trip was a breeze. Not to mention, we did attract quite a lot of positive and envious attention while in our borrowed stud-mobile.
That’s Brad on the right, checking for traffic, and me on the left–being happy about riding in a convertible. |
Baby ducks at a boating dock! We watched these fuzzy, little cuties for a few minutes while they followed their mama. |
Vineyard and view of one of Lake Michigan’s bays at the Chateau Grand Traverse Winery |
He just stands like this all the time. |
Mission Point Lighthouse. Old Mission Peninsula, Michigan |
One of the many rock-art pictures we found on the beach |
I’d take my sunglasses off, but I can’t see you as it is in this sunlight. |
Front view of the Mission Point lighthouse |
View from inside the lighthouse |
Downtown Traverse City |
The glitzy, downtown State Theatre |
Brad, looking at (he said they were real) butterflies in a jewelry store window. |