I try to limit my breakfast to something four times the size of my stomach if it’s covered in country gravy (don’t tell me what is in country gravy). It would be a mistake not to order the iron skillet at a place called The Iron Skillet. It was good but I did not have a mouth orgasm. The joint is in Mancelona, MI. Sounds like an all gay version of Barcelona.
On my way to Mackinaw Island because everyone has said I HAVE TO GO TO MACKINAW ISLAND.
Then I will camp at Tahquamenon Falls on the U.P. because my friend Nathan told me to. I’m surprised no one has screwed with me and sent me to a angry moose, hungry bear and KKK infested campground.