While there is some debate on the exact meaning of “Sault,” scholars of early French note that the word translates into jump, referring to the place where one needs to “jump”, or put into the St. Mary’s River. This translation relates to the treacherous rapids and cascades that fall 21 feet from the level of Lake Superior to the level of the lower lakes.Our travel to our Northern Neighbor would involve jumping...but not into a river...this was definitely more stepping out and trusting the Holy Spirit would make it all work according to plan and, when not, that God had the bigger picture in mind.
Heading out of Mackinaw City is always beautiful and the day was perfect...sunny and clear. It was great for viewing Mackinac Island to our right and the Straits of Mackinaw on our left.
It's funny, I was talking with my friend who had been there a few months before and we were both somewhat disappointed with Sault Ste Marie...not sure why, just seems like there should have been more somehow. Luckily, there were plenty of adventures in store.
Our hotel was fabulous. The people there "got" the whole family thing...they had suites made just for us (I think ours slept 10!) and we were greeted by this cute guy as we walked in the door...
|Check out little guy's expression. I think he was waiting for the Mountie to move!|
|One of the many realizations that we were no longer in the US - 6 foot bunk with no guard rail !|
|That was #3's day to bunk with tiny...luckily they're both small.|
Lacking the ability to attend Latin and literature classes, phys ed seemed like the next best thing. Besides, this was no ordinary hotel pool...it was filled with saltwater.
|Since it was the middle of the day, the pool was empty and they had a nice long swim. Perfect to relax everyone. The blessing was clear. Stress relief, good sleep...preparation for tomorrow.|
|All I can say is I've forgotten all of my French or this is Canadian dialect. Some of the words look a bit odd.|
|Another not-in-the-US-flashback...this is what it looked like when I was a kid. Before sugar became evil and the cereal became "Golden"|
I was grateful for the good night's rest because, as I took the luggage out to the car before breakfast, I couldn't help but notice the tire I had inflated was now sitting flat on the ground. Yep, lacking all air. Yes, we're still in Canada. Indeed, this would be DH's second earful. I am so grateful for him. When I am crazy-stressed-hysterical woman, he is the voice of calm. Somewhere, after two or three calls, I finally "heard" him about calling CAA (the Canadian version of AAA). The kind man rolled up about 35 minutes later, inflated my tire and followed me to
|Seriously. If you'd like to step back in time a bit, just head North!|