Today I head home after a week of gallivanting and adventuring with my cousin Sherrie. Her brother called us the modern day Thelma and Louise.

For months we had planned a trip to Savannah but got spooked by possible storm damage and flooding caused by the hurricane. So, I consulted my handy list of endless possibilities for a trip and we agreed on something fun that we were able to throw together literally overnight.

We ended up heading north instead of south and spent the week poking around Michigan in the Petoskey area. We strolled around Mackinaw Island, watched the sun set from Sleeping Bear Dunes, got our feet wet in Lake Michigan, admired barns, churches and lighthouses and swooned over classic cars cruising the main drag in Frankenmuth after shopping at the town’s world famous Christmas shop.

There was good food, thrifting, rainbows and buckets full of rain. When the weather turned sour, we redirected and did something different than we wanted and had a fabulous time anyway.

We also met some fascinating people along the way including a gas station philosopher I’ll tell you about some day.

That’s the thing about this journey called life. Sometimes it goes as planned. Sometimes, a hurricane throws you off path. Sometimes that alternate route is better than you imagined possible.

Cancel the plans and do something better. Take the detour. Accept a stranger’s recommendation. Go look for the thing that everyone else passes by, and once in a while, follow the crowd. Maybe there’s a crowd gathered for a great reason.

I ate way too many rich foods this trip and look forward to getting back into some healthier eating habits. We were awake early and out late so a better sleep routine is welcome too. I look forward to seeing that little black cat of mine as well.

Isn’t it wonderful to go out on grand adventures and yet be glad to go home? It is true. Even if you are Thelma and Louise – there’s no place like home!