We left the island on Monday morning. I think we were all sad to go. There is so much more to do and see there. Next time. I also woke up feeling like I'd bashed the hell out of my knee. Went to bed feeling normal, woke up in pain. I have no idea. It's getting better but that day was pretty bad. I managed to hobble on and off the ferry though. Becca saw us off, waving as we pulled away. Sniff.
Teri and Brian and we went our separate ways when we got to Charlevoix. They were heading to Traverse City that day. We were heading down to Manistee, which gave us time to explore a bit along the way.
We stopped in Manistee and found a spot to have a drink. Gorgeous, original bar. Kinda hard to photograph as there was a bit of sensory overload going on. We sat for a while, watched it fill up, finally got some dinner to go and went and curled up in our cheap, but surprisingly pleasant, motel room. Ernie was over the moon about their broasted chicken. My food was so-so but it tasted better because of his delight. If you're ever in Manistee, I vote for you going to the Painted Lady Saloon.