FRIENDSTRIP (No, it’s not misspelled)
Friendstrip: the
act of traveling (or hanging out) with another who adds
passion and
humor to your sense of adventure.
As the COVID
restrictions are easing somewhat, I have been thinking more and more about getting
back to traveling; if not worldwide then at least within my immediate area.
That means it’s time to awaken my dear friends and make plans for a
friendstrip. Do you have people you can call with an “are you ready?” and they
say “yes” without even knowing what you have planned? It might only be a coffee
date and a browse through your favorite store. Ours was Pier One, but now that
it’s closed, we need to find another. This is what happens when we visit a Pier
One:
“Look at this
coffee mug,” I say, turning to face my friend, who has the exact same mug in
her hand.
“Isn’t this the
cutest ornament?” I hold up a small reindeer with loose, dangly legs.
“Mm-hmm,” she
replies, trying to hide the two she already has in her basket – one for her and
one for me.
It’s not that
we’re twins or anything. In fact, we couldn’t be more “not” alike. I’m at least
fifteen years older than her. She wears beautiful flowing dresses; her red hair
pulled up with flowers in it and gorgeous eye makeup and I…well, I do not.
I have found that traveling with another is not always
easy; however it usually takes a trip to find out that you’re not compatible
for long hours in a car; you have completely different ideas on what constitutes
fine cuisine and you’re a night owl and your hotel roommate is not. Some of my
trips have led to me imagining less than desirable consequences. You know the
kind I’m talking about – like how long a jail term I’d get for throwing my
travel companion off a bridge.
That is not the case with this particular friend and
the train trip we took to Michigan. Well, the train went from Kansas City to
Grand Rapids, then we proceeded north by car, stopping along the way whenever
and wherever we wanted. We generally arrived at our reservations late but we
were in no hurry. We ate in little, out of the way places like the “Real Food Café”
and “The Wicked Sister”, toured turn of the century reenactment villages and
talked non-stop. Of course, you can’t go on a friendstrip without mishaps. We
parked along Lake Michigan to wad and however it happened, my friend landed on
her fanny in shallow water, but definitely deep enough to get completely wet.
As any good friend would do, I first took a picture, and then I laughed.
Traveling to Mackinac
Island involves a ferry, lots of breeze and the chance to reenact “Titanic.” As
writers, we weren’t on a research mission but everything about the island
swamped our senses and triggered our muses. I later used much of the island as
setting inspiration for “Prelude and Promises”, a contemporary set on a
fictional island off the Washington coast.
You can’t
go to Mackinac Island without visiting the Grand Hotel, setting for the epic
movie “Somewhere in Time.” I will say I am probably one of only a handful who
hasn’t seen the movie because I read the book and didn’t like how it ended. However,
in my opinion, the Grand doesn’t hold a candle to the Murray Hotel, right
across the street from the ferry harbor, because the Murray Hotel is haunted.
We arrived on the
afternoon ferry and checked in, depositing our suitcases, barely opening them
before we went out exploring. When we returned, I found my copper ring on the
floor next to my open suitcase; however I hadn’t opened my jewelry bag
beforehand. The next morning after breakfast, we returned to the room to ready
ourselves for sightseeing. My friend couldn’t find her sunglasses, which she
swore were in her suitcase. After long minutes of searching, she found them
behind the huge wardrobe that housed
the TV and that sat next to her suitcase. Both strange incidents but easily
explained as negligence on our parts.
However, (you knew
that was coming, didn’t you?) the day we were to leave, I was out getting some
last minute post cards and she texted me that the porter was there to get our
luggage for the ferry and needed our return tickets. I told her exactly where
they were – in the zipped pocket of my carry bag, which sat on the extra chair
across the room from the bed and which hadn’t been moved in the three days we
were there. She couldn’t find them; the ferry was going to leave without us, so
I hurried back to the hotel. After thoroughly searching all our luggage and
purses, we started looking in everything in the room and bathroom, although I
had made a point of putting the tickets where they wouldn’t get lost. Sometime
later, I looked under the bed and there, lying on the carpet just past the bed
skirt, were the two pink tickets needed to get us back on the ferry. They were
the length of the bed and a chair from where my purse sat. Neither of us had
any trouble believing our room was haunted. This is what friendstrip is all about! You can’t come home without
a story!
We continued our
trip through the Upper Peninsula, staying in a lighthouse B&B, taking a
boat ride out to Painted Rocks, touring the locks and visiting a coffee shop
that would also outfit you for kayaking and paddle boarding. The few rules for
a great friendstrip are 1) you don’t eat or drink at anyplace you have at home,
2) you do things you don’t do at home (like stay in lighthouses and ride
horse-drawn carriages,) and 3) you believe in magic.
I found a unique
clock at a little shop in Sault Ste. Marie that explains friendstrip. You’ll
note it doesn’t have the traditional numerals but rather is made with a
compass. As with all my good friends, we are willing to go in any direction, at
most any time or for any amount of time, and we never go straight but rather
tend to zig and zag as the winds of adventure send us.
I challenge you to
take a friendstrip. It doesn’t have to be long, or exotic or expensive. But
there’s nothing better when you’re out exploring than to be able to turn to a
friend and say, “Oh my gosh, would you look at that!”
Barb
Baldwin
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