I narrate a nighttime journey from Nordhouse to Ludington, pausing at a supermarket to nap before charting my day with a trusty map. The lake townâs open horizon sparks dreams that wake me to the simple pleasures of iceâcream and sustenance, after which I feel ready for the final stretch of my quest. While stopping in a parking lot and leaning on a tall bench, I observe two older tourists gathering bark; one spots poison ivy, prompting a playful exchange before they âmake chicken noisesâ and pray. After refilling water from my car and returning to the bench, I prepare for a drive toward a nearby camping area, where one of the ladies smiles in her camper, complimenting my style.






















