Camping was more exhausting than fun, but still very fun.
Ginger fell and split her eyebrow so badly we almost had to take her for stitches.
It helps to always camp with a pediatric nurse who can turn a camper into a clinic at 1 in the morning and pull "Steri - Strips" out of her bag, which apparently are as good as stitches.
A bleeding 2 yr old doesn't care how effective Steri-Strips are..
We ended up at a street festival in ludington where musicians were playing for tips every fifty feet along the main road.
There was a booth where ladies were selling organic corn chips with organic salsa.
I bought some for a dollar even though I wasn't hungry, because it seemed like the right thing to do.
I found a bluegrass band called the Mountain Town Moonshiners that was incredible.
Sitting in the front row listening to the band, next to a grizzly-looking bearded man in a neck cage(for his broken neck?), was a brown llama.
As I absorbed that surreal picture, I began to notice the others..at least six llamas wandering in the festival.
Later on, same injured grizzly Beard Man walks by with a white parrot perched on his neck cage.
I lost my bag of organic corn chips and salsa.
The festival goers, rich tourists and surly locals, all seemed to think the llama thing was normal.
