Hey Team,

I made it to Frankfort, MI, no joke, named after a guy named Frank that used to own a Fort here on the bay. Apparently everyone used to say, “Hey let’s go meet at Frank’s Fort.” (I was assured I wasn’t being screwed with on this point.)

Regardless, I’ve made it to the next destination, I’ve seen the lighthouse I’m sleeping in tonight and I’ve already met some incredible people. It’s such a great cap to an otherwise crappy week. Right now I’m even less excited about the lighthouse than I am to continue to spend time around people that are eager to share their lives and their town with me.

This is an amazingly diverse town but not in the usual sense of the word. The area may even rival Pigeon Forge, TN and Branson, MO for high levels of weird. Not that same kind of “quirky show and tourist trap” weird that they have in those towns but there does seem to be an awful lot of tourism here.

In this case I keep getting driven around the lake while Andy, the guy who was generous enough to pick me up at the bus station an hour from here and provide me with a much needed shower and bed last night, points to random homes and cottages and saying things like, “That’s where the guy that invented barcodes lives. The owners of Dow Chemical own this place. The inventor of the crazy straw lives in that compound. This sign that says ‘Hilton’ is actually the crazy Hilton’s Uncle…” and it just keeps going.

I can’t wait to explore the area a little more over the next day or two.

PLUS, tonight…I sleep in the Point Betsie Lighthouse! Ka-KOW!

I’m done.

Brett.

So, the lighthouse is set but that don’t mean I couldn’t use more help! Care to donate?


Don’t let me stop you.