Dotted highway lines run together as we keep our 80 mph pace toward Chicago, Illinois. We bump along to holy hip-hop, drinking our Brooklyn Bagel coffee, and talking about fantasy football. Leaving small town, Scottville for a weekend is bound to do me good, as I love spontaneous adventures and weekends surrounded by old friends, making plans ten minutes in advance.
As the foggy Chicago skyline comes into view with the surprisingly blue Lake Michigan, a warmth fills our eyes as they burn in delight to see what we have been striving for half the day. It is truly gorgeous.