Motorhome Travel

I’m a homebody. Which is exactly why I bought a 25’ motorhome when I retired from teaching. It’s my tiny house on wheels that I nicknamed Rigdon. Because I take my tiny house with me, I am always at home. I sleep in my own bed, eat my own food, write at my desk, which doubles as a dining room table, lounge on my porch, you name it. And if I don’t like the view, I can drive to a better one. When I am on a trip in my rig, I am in my element, and call myself, “one happy camper.”

In late September, I headed north for a family and friends tour scheduled around my high school reunion in Indiana. Before and after the reunion, my rig and I stayed in a dozen driveways, visiting family and friends in Kentucky, Indiana, Ohio, and Michigan. I caught up with more than 30 friends and family members and enjoyed hiking, biking, boating, moonlit campfires, festivals, shopping, concert band practices, and skydiving. Just kidding about that last one. I’m brave, but I’m not that brave.

At the peak of my journey, I drove across the top of “the mitten” as Michiganders say, through the most spectacular fall color in the country. On the trek to Traverse City and then to The Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore, the trees showed a kaleidoscope of amber, orange, and crimson blended with a healthy dose of cedar green. The mesmerizing views from the rises in the road overlooking valley farmland with hills in the background made me, as a person of faith, applaud God’s gift of color to us. I marveled at how the leaves change colors before dropping to the ground, only to be replaced by more of the same in the spring. 

Many friends through the years have suggested going to the dunes, but I didn’t make it a priority until now. I have fond memories of summer days at Warren Dunes on Lake Michigan in the southwest corner of the state. My mother’s love of Warren Dunes made me biased, and I did not want any other dunes to capture my heart. In spite of all that, the Sleeping Bear Dunes exceeded my imagination—steeper, taller, smoother, grander.  

If you have never seen sand dunes, picture a mountain. Now strip it bare of all vegetation and replace the dirt or clay with sandbox sand. Next, add to the base of that sandy mountain, a body of aqua water the color of the sky and as vast as the ocean. Leave out the salt, jellyfish, and sharks. Then add a sandy mountain to the left of your mountain and two or three more on the right. Make them too steep to drive or ride a bike up and you have created a faint image of Sleeping Bear Dunes. The silky slopes reach so close to the noontime sun, you feel you can almost touch it. 

The park offers two locations to climb sandy mountain scapes. With my rig parked in the lot, I climbed to the top and frolicked down the first dune I found. Then I drove to the top of a steeper dune. The warning sign at the top stating “those faint of heart who call to be rescued will be fined $3000.00” deterred most visitors from walking down to the water. The views at the top, with Lake Michigan on one side and a panoramic view of a lush forest on the other, were reward enough. The unspoiled beauty of the ever-reaching sandy landscape filled my heart with dreams and gratitude.

For a moment, I was on top of the world. From the top of the mountain, I believed I could accomplish anything. I was ready to grab my beach chair and finish writing my book. Then, with a glance at my watch, reality hit. I was late for my next driveway appointment. 

Like each visit with family and friends, my time at the national park ended too quickly. There was not enough daylight to ride my bike on the path that winds through half the park; this would have to be saved for another visit.  

I don’t know if I will find a more spectacular view, but I am willing to try. My heart will forever remember this family and friends tour that led me to the most spectacular National Lakeshore in Michigan. Have you been to Sleeping Bear Dunes? Please share below.