mackinac island and fun with grapes

for my birthday, jarrod and i went to mackinac island because i haven't been since i was a baby and i wanted to see what all the hubbub was about. this photo captures my delight (thanks bag o' grapes!)

jarrod and i talk sports.

jarrod looks worried about that rash.

are we smiling because we just stuffed our faces full of polish food or because we both secretly know that the other is pooping their pants?

i think this photo sums up our relationship pretty well.

thanks for the memories wooden swing!

apparently, all one needs for a party in northern michigan is a taxidermy-ed buck head and a smallish disco ball.

cecca holds in a fart on the way to mackinac island (she wanted to save 'em all up as a gift to the island).

the bridge.

whoa...

i tried to make this one look old-timey.

the devil's kitchen; otherwise know as the place where dreams really can come true.

our bikes demanded we take their photo.

take note of the sign in the upper left hand corner of this photo. it could only be jarrod.

one thing's for sure, mackinac island sure loves church.

jarrod quick scratches "jerd wuz hear" into the pew with his multi-tool.

jarrod tries to figure out this whole poncho idea.

so much for the drought; jesus was apparently saving up all the rain for my birthday. here i am thinking about not pooping my pants.

you might have to pay ten bucks just to walk in front of the thing, but eating it is free, as jarrod demonstrates.