St Joseph, Michigan

We arrived in St. Joseph around 6 pm, Friday, June 29. The darling town nestled next to Lake Michigan felt new and bustling, although it had a history of over 100 years. The bad news, however, was we arrived amidst a sweltering heat wave. By 8 pm, the temps and cooled to a tepid (that's a joke) 93 degrees.

Another obstacle was the towns lack of RV parking, or even the welcoming of overnight visitors. Signs posted read "no parking between 2 and 6 am". We had a backup plan, which is our standard plan -- Walmart. While toodling around, however, I noticed an empty field next to some water. The gate, which was open, advertised Captain Hook's charters. A man on a small plow worked on leveling the gravel parking lot. So, we asked (always a free thing-to-do). He checked to make sure we were self contained, then suggested parking under the large tree for shade.

Done.

We ate salad, pizza, and beer at RyeBelles, on the deck. Heck, 93 degrees for someone who lived in New Orleans and Las Vegas was downright pleasant.