We are here in Northern Michigan after fleeing a rainstorm that arrived hours early, chasing us out of Turtle Lake Resort. This morning, we’re in a family campground and I suspect from the sound on the roof of the tent, that the Michigan forecast is wrong again. The rain due at 2pm is apparently arriving at 6:30am.
I whisper, “It might just blow over. It’s not due ‘till this afternoon.” I’m thinking from under my comfy sleeping quilt cuddled with DF. I’m tired and I want to sleep in. That sound on the tent is a drizzle, but we’ve also heard that before in Ohio and Northern Vermont. We certainly want to avoid a wet tent to pack into the tightly crammed trunk, soaking everything and maybe creating mold.
We get out and quickly, perform our well-practiced routine, tearing the camp down safely and tucking it away. All during the process, the rain intensifies. We’ll be leaving for Lake Shelbyville a little earlier than planned.
We have made the correct choice. We are wet and had planned a hot shower before leaving. Everyone else is still asleep as we go to the lighted “His and Hers” public shower facilities just down the little road. It is a small beacon of refreshment and relief.
This early, I have it to myself. Entering the shower, there is a curious curtain after the curtain. It makes for a dressing/undressing room. This place has built-in privacy for an all-male room! How quaint. How strange. I spent puberty and some high school in Michigan. This doesn’t jive with the school gyms. It is senseless to me actually. What are they afraid of? I think back to Turtle Lake and the outdoor wall-less co-ed showers at Coventry.
It does feel very good. We are both smiling a snicker, when I meet DF out at the car, which is parked next to these restrooms. We shuffle the last of our packing into the car in a hurry to avoid the wet rain. It is good to shuck the damp clothing right away before the seat gets soaked through. It will be good to be out on the road. There will be no concern about people noticing two carnuding people in this downpour. The safety issues will keep their attention.
The rains are supposed to be going on throughout Michigan. They are torrential all the way, all morning. We stop for gas, in rain. We find Trader Joe’s in the rain. We use umbrellas in the rain. Finally, out near Gary Indiana, the rain stops. Unfortunately so does the traffic.
There is a freeway jam several miles long. We sit. People have more of a tendency to look at who is beside them in jams. What else is there to do, just creep along a few feet at a time and not bump into the each other? We look up the nudity laws in Indiana. Yep, they’re weird. A piece of cloth lying over our bodies keeps us more legal. Even so, there is no way that the police have time for us, even if they could find us in this mess. DF tucks a piece under her seat belt to hold it in place. My rolled up kilt is just sitting in my lap. In the event of inquiry, ”Yea, we’re not dressed, so what? We’re covered.”
An hour or so later and we are escaping the bad air, humidity and tedious boredom. We’re doing 75 mph on an open fla …