Happiness. It's relative.
A lot of plowed fields ready for planting, two lane roads with nobody in sight, a map spread out on our laps, going down the wrong roads over and over until we wised up and gave all our devotion to US 12.
Two thirds of the way across the southern edge of Michigan, right about where the end of the mitten hits your wrist. That’s where we are.
Tomorrow, the thumb.
ah, now I know where you are. the mitten map is a powerful tool
Your description was so much better than GPS 🙂