It was a froggy morning, as the last high clouds of a spent storm wafted into the east. The air was still, and so too were the waters at the Straits of Mackinac. I could not stir any of my folks from the sleepy cottage on the Topinabee bay, for an adventure to the big Island. So after a pit-stop at the local market we soon found ourselves drifting off to sleep on a large Ferry boat. Finally making the Registration booth around high Noon, and the waters still made no call on the beach.
Author – Unknown