Sweet Cherry Resort and Campground is owned and operated by a Polish couple. When we checked in he was wearing a Polish National Football (soccer) jersey. There was a Polish flag in front of one of the houses available to guests. The signs in the bathhouse are in English and Polish. One family group vacationing spoke nearly exclusively Polish. The camp reminded me of camps I’ve seen in Central Europe. Very welcoming and unassuming. However, I do think we violated a social/cultural convention by not having a fire last night. All other guests had camp fires into the night. We were tired and got into our tents well before the sun went down.
We awoke early, as usual. I burned some water for coffee as we started packing up. The dew was heavy and our tents were beyond damp. They’ll need drying tonight.
We were waved goodbye from the one guest family as we pedaled out. Soon we were on the open road in search of breakfast. Ten miles away was St Joseph and Cafe Tosi, an authentic Italian cafe serving Lilly coffee since 1993. My crossaint breakfast sandwich was fluffy and light and bello. The espresso buona. Another great find.
The farther south we traveled the worse the highway got. It needs some up grading. And sure enough, it was under construction. At times the reduced lanes forced us off the road and into the grass. Thankful for the 44mm wide tires.
We found a fruit stand and took a short break to buy some sweet cherries. They did not last long. The route finally took us off the highway as we soon found ourselves riding east of Lake Michigan for the last time. We were unable to find any stops except a private golf course that offered up some Gatorade and water at country club prices.
As we turned south, the chopped up road took a correction curve and turned into smooth tarmac. We entered Indiana. Home of the Hoosiers. Where the tall corn grows. The crossroads of America.
The smooth roads took us all the way into La Porte where we find ourselves in the nice Blue Heron Inn on Pine Lake as the sun goes down.
A song for you to sing along your way: (Remember to use your best Jim Neighbors voice!)
ReplyDelete"Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight still shining bright
Through the sycamores for me
The new mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home."
Sending lots of love from Idaho to you in Indiana, Becky for the Bertrams :) SMILE!
P.S. We just filled up my car with gas at Costco for $3.79 a gallon. Be prepared for sticker shock when you return to our crazy, high gas prices here in Idaho!
ReplyDeleteBecky Bertram