It was a father-daughter night away, just Lisa and me, at Great Wolf Lodge in Traverse City. We settled into our room with its log furniture and a lamp on a log post, Lisa still wearing her lodge wristband.
She was giggling and reaching up at the lamp before bed, and not long after that she was out cold, curled up with a stuffed wolf.
Great Wolf Lodge, Traverse City, MI
She had a hard time seeing over the wheel and stepping on the gas. But she managed. One foot on the gas, one foot on the brake.
