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I’m with you. My father bought the biggest Chrysler station wagon and filled it with his huge tribe. He had to fill the first pew at church every Sunday. We’d get to about Grayling and start seeing the convoys of military vehicles.the soldiers would wave and smile at us backwards facing kids in the station wagon. When we got close to the Big Mac Bridge. It was a game to see who spotted the bridge first.The middle lane of the bridge makes a sound as you drove across and mom would say the bridge is singing so we’d all start singing road songs.next we park for the ferry and race aboard to the upper level to sit in the front so we could get soaked traveling across the lake. Once on the island, we would run to Ruby’s Fudge shop and watch with wonder as they made the fudge. The huge sugar high propelled us up the long steps up to grandmas house, she lived in one of the two houses in the fort.after a few days on the island it was west to Escanaba, Mom yelling at lead foot dad as he tried to pass every camper with inches to spare.

To a kid, up on that island seemed like the sunniest hottest place on earth!

Still got motion sickness just being reminded about the rear facing seat!!!