"Mrs. Zoey," he asked before we crossed the bridge, " Could we stop here and get out of the car so I can check out the substructure underneath the bridge?" He is such a precocious little gnome.
"Impressive," he said as he inspected every little detail. "I wonder how long it took to complete this bridge."
I informed him that the building began in 1954 (waaay before Mrs. Zoey was born) and the bridge opened to traffic on November 1, 1957.
"Amazing," he replied. "Mr. Zoey, Could you please drive across the road to the lighthouse?"
How could Mr. Zoey resist a sweet face like that?
As all with most young boys, Roamy loved this cannon near fort Michilimackinac. (I know some of the native American words are tough to pronounce - Mish-el-mac-a-naw)
We drove through Mackinaw City (the city ends in a "w", the bridge and island end in a "c"--yet both are pronounced the exact same - mac-a-naw--very confusing, I know).
"Mr. Zoey, why are there so many fudge shops in Mackinaw?" Interesting that Roamy should notice the overabundance of fudge shops.
Over the years the city has become known for its fudge. Tourists are referred to as "fudgies" because they buy so much of it.
Roamy seemed a bit agitated as we drove up the slow incline to the halfway point of the bridge. I noticed a few sweat beads on his brow as we drove along the outer lane (next to the water).
I informed Roamy that we were now 199 feet above the water.
"How deep is the water below us?" he asked. Did I detect a tremble in his voice?
"250 feet," I replied.
PLOP! The noise startled me.
Poor Roamy passed out cold from freight!
There are many people who fear crossing this bridge. Some absolutely cannot drive themselves across. The toll takers call them "timmies" -- people who have to stop and ask for help in getting to the other side of the bridge. It is said that many timmies have to get in the backseat and close their eyes as one of the bridge workers drive them across the Straits of Mackinac. Even some big burly truck drivers have to have the Mackinac Bridge Authority take the wheel of their rig to drive them across.
Luckily we had all that fudge. I waved a big hunk of chocolate almond across Roamy's nose and he woke right up!
It was an enjoyable honor to host Roamy. I hope he had as much fun as Mr. Zoey and I had introducing him to Michigan's Mighty Mac and taking him into the land of the Yoopers (residents of MI's upper peninsula are referred to as Yoopers---it comes from the abbreviation UP for upper peninsula).
Tomorrow I will pick another destination for Roamy. I will email the person selected.
P.S. Roamy has decided that his vocation may not be designing bridges. He says that perhaps a florist would be his true calling.