Because I was able to update our last blog post right away, from Chicago, a longtime Bum friend was able to get in touch and let us know that she had a beach cabin a hundred miles away, in Michigan, just sitting there empty during the week. We quickly changed plans and were on our way.
And this is what we pulled up to a couple of hours later.
If only our oceans were fresh water. When you are used to salt water, there is just nothing better than a giant lake full of salt-free goodness. The next day we even got a big storm to dump on us while we were swimming. A double dose of fresh water.
Same croquet playing style as me. Grip it and rip it.
Jabbering away all day, every day.
That’s our friend, Cindy, I guess about the same age as Ouest is now.
We were just driving along and saw signs for the RV Hall of Fame. Sweet. And lo and behold, what’s right out front? A Travco.
Old-school craftsmanship. That’s the interior of an “RV.”
I love the curves, as well as the ridiculous angles on just about everything built before 1970.
11 Comments on “Lake Michigan”
Pure elegance in design and build. Just like the cabin on the lake, simple but full. And the lake just the same, quiet but full of power.
Beauty.
Wonderful kids, a credit to you both.
Following serendipity…lovely.
I grew up in West Michigan and cherished summers on the lake. You’re right, nothing beats the vastness of that lake and having the upside of fresh water too. 🙂
I am impressed the kids got into the water. Fifty years ago when I tried it, even in August it was too chilly for me.
The photo of the toilet reminded me of the “running water’ supply in a cottage family friends had on one of the Muskoka Lakes in Ontario. It was way off the grid. There was a pump handle on each side of the throne. One pumped water up to a tank in the attic. The other pump refilled a smaller tank for flushing the toilet; then would overflow into the larger main water tank. Anytime you were sitting on the commode, the household expected to hear the two pumps squeaking like a rowing machine – until the water dribbled out from the main tank overflow into the kitchen sink. The source of the water was a pipe in the lake,
The b.r. was on the 2nd floor, so the sewage could flow down into an immense galvanized above ground holding tan, not into the lake.
Hey, Dave, thanks for sharing that information. We are building a two story house on our Community Land Trust IC, and this may be the solution to the upstairs bathroom. IF we can get it permitted!
Is it my age or have we stopped putting effort into building beautiful things. Cars, buildings, even the clothes have all become “run of the road”. Wow the front picture of your car with the storage rack really shows how big it is. I love it.
PS for 2 Mexican kids they don’t seem to mind the cold.
I’ve driven past that RV museum close to a hundred times on various trips but have never stopped.
Hi Guys! Great to see you back on the road again!
I bought the first book a while back, then the second one recently, and have now read through the blog from the start till today. You’re an awesome inspiration, and a continual source of motivation as I work towards my own dream. Love your taste in vehicles too!
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