Although
a few months ago (hey, even a few weeks ago!) it seemed impossible,
yet
we leave Muskegon and head towards the open waters of Lake Michigan.
We've heard a lot about it from our friends from the Marina. In our
memories still linger stories about treacherous weather, deadly
squalls, and rouge waves that sink the reckless sailors. Only Dick
kept repeating: "You will get used to the sound of your Atomic Four".
So far he has been right. Our brave little engine pushes us forth into
the lake - all misty and flat like a mirror. Luckily, the weather
forecast turns out to be reliable and soon a gentle breeze pushes us
north. We keep an eye on the boat constantly - we don't know her too
well and we aren't sure of her performance which makes our sleep
uneasy. So far, so good. Slowly we begin to realize that we own a boat
which is going to be our home for a year or so, while we wander
through exotic lands. It's weird to live our
own dreams eventually. There is also a second thought that follows.
Suddenly, we became outsiders by our own request choosing a lazy
lifestyle on the High Seas instead of hard work for the future
generations.
After
two days we reach Leland - small pseudo fish town, mostly aiming at
naive
tourists and their wallets (you know the guys willing to pay 40 bucks
for just a pair of flip-flops). Surprisingly the businesses keep
working, but check out the fishmongery (nearest to the port). You can
get three kinds of fish: salmon, white fish, and...sausage.
Nostalgically, we recall the fish market in Bergen, Norway. In the
evening our newly wed friends from Ann Arbor, Ryan and Katka, join us
for a few days. Soon we slept like logs. South Manitou Island awaits
us.
Funny thing: a plane
moored in the marina...That's right, a little hydroplane landed on the
water surface, and entered the marina just like that. America...
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