Right around February every year, we start to talk about the big road trip that we’ll take over spring break. “Let’s go to New Orleans!” or “How about Savannah?” But it never seems to happen… At least is hasn’t for a while. It used to when we had less kids, and no school to contend with. But nowadays it seems like we only manage to get the necessary momentum for a big trip in the summertime, as much as we may be in denial of that reality during the long winter months leading up to spring break. But despite our failures to launch grander expeditions in the spring, we almost certainly end up taking at least a couple of days to visit “abuelo” and “abuela” in Michigan. And while it doesn’t necessarily satiate our wanderlust in its entirety, if we position our spirits and imagination correctly, it’ll tide us over until we can rightly hit the road come the warmer months. And that’s what I wanted to do on this trip-to really pay attention to the subtle beauty of the midwest; to take in the spots that I’ve passed a million times, but have failed to really see. While the midwest can’t really compete with so many other places in terms of rugged beauty, its landscape and structures hold at their core the very stories of a those who built this nation. And that in itself is certainly something I can appreciate. So despite not having been able to reach mountains or oceans this spring break, I’m grateful to have spent some time taking in the soft countryside of old barns, factories of yesteryear, abandoned farm houses, delicate fields, and the ever-majestic shores of Lake Michigan.