As I write this it's after 01:30 and I'll be up in three hours to take Mrs. Manifesto and Finn to the airport so that they can fly home to South Carolina.
I need sleep and there are a couple hundred photographs to wade through from the past couple days playing up north in Traverse City, Petoskey, and Grayling before I can post them.
These three photos tell the tale of the stellar day that we all had paddling from Borchers Canoe Livery to Stephan Bridge.
It's also a great reminder that I'm one lucky husband and father.
Some would say I even got lucky and married way up with Mrs. Manifesto...and they are completely right. Let's hope that she never figures that out.