said.
“Bummer!”
“How was it possible for a cat to cough up a hairball bigger than a basketball, Mom?” Pep asked.
“It must have been a very large cat,” Coke guessed.
“It was a cow,” Mrs. McDonald said.
“Oh.”
“The Santa Claus Museum in Santa Claus, Indiana, would be a five-hour drive,” Dr. McDonald informed everyone, “and I refuse to go to Jones, Michigan, where your mother tells me there is a fake ghost town created by the guy who invented Kitty Litter. You’ll just have to come back on another trip to see those places—preferably after I’m dead.”
“So where are we going today?” asked Pep.
“Our first stop is the Lunkquarium,” Mrs. McDonald replied.
“The what ?!”
They checked out of the campground and headed east for about an hour on Route 80. Then Dr. McDonald pulled off exit 83, and a mile or so down the road a sign came into view:
Go to Google Maps ( http://maps.google.com/ ).
Click Get Directions.
In the A box, type Portage IN.
In the B box, type Edwardsburg MI.
Click Get Directions.
“Michigan?” Pep asked. “What are we doing here, Dad? I thought you said we were going to cross Indiana today.”
“We are,” Dr. McDonald replied. “This is just a quick side trip.”
“Woooooo-hoooooooo!” Coke hollered. “Did you know that Michigan is sometimes called the Wolverine State, even though there are no wolverines in Michigan anymore?”
“Get a life, brainiac,” Pep told her brother.
Soon they arrived in Edwardsburg, which bills itself as the “Live Bait Capital of the World.” Dr. McDonald pulled the RV into the big parking lot of a store called Lunker’s. There was a giant rotating fish on the roof.
“I don’t get it,” Coke said as they walked through the front door. “It’s a big fishing store.”
But actually, it was much more. The ceiling of the store was painted blue with white clouds, to make it seem like you were in the great outdoors. Besides all the fishing and hunting gear, the store featured a stuffed bear, an alligator, some huge iguanas, an enormous aquarium (the Lunkquarium), and an eight-thousand-pound sculpture of a bass that looked like it was crashing through a brick wall.
Even Coke had to admit the place was cool. Everybody had pretzels at the in-store restaurant before piling back into the RV.
“Okay, what’s next, Mom?” asked Pep.
“Our next stop is the RV Hall of Fame,” Mrs. McDonald announced.
“No!” Coke hollered. “It can’t be true! They can’t have a Hall of Fame devoted to RVs. Say it ain’t so, Dad!”
But it was so. In Elkhart, Indiana, just eleven miles south of Lunker’s, is the RV Hall of Fame. Mrs. McDonald read from the website.
Dedicated to preserving the history and honoring the pioneers and individuals who have made significant contributions to the RV and Manufactured Housing industries…
“Bor-ing!” Coke shouted.
“Please, Mom!” Pep begged. “Don’t make us go there. We’ll go anywhere else you want. Just don’t make us go there .”
“Okay! Okay!” Mrs. McDonald agreed. “Stay on the road, Ben. We’ll skip the RV Hall of Fame.”
In the back, Coke and Pep breathed sighs of relief. They weren’t sure if they would rather jump off a cliff, get locked in a burning building, or visit the RV Hall of Fame.
Go to Google Maps ( http://maps.google.com/ ).
Click Get Directions.
In the A box, type Edwardsburg MI.
In the B box, type Mentone IN.
Click Get Directions.
“Next stop,” Mrs. McDonald announced cheerfully. “The world’s largest egg!”
It may be hard to believe, dear reader. But about an hour south of the RV Hall of Fame, in the little town of Mentone, Indiana, rests the largest egg in the world.
Well, it’s not a real egg. And it may not even be the largest fake egg in the world, because there are other fake eggs in Washington State and Canada that the locals claim to be the largest. But if you walk down Main Street in Mentone, you
“Bummer!”
“How was it possible for a cat to cough up a hairball bigger than a basketball, Mom?” Pep asked.
“It must have been a very large cat,” Coke guessed.
“It was a cow,” Mrs. McDonald said.
“Oh.”
“The Santa Claus Museum in Santa Claus, Indiana, would be a five-hour drive,” Dr. McDonald informed everyone, “and I refuse to go to Jones, Michigan, where your mother tells me there is a fake ghost town created by the guy who invented Kitty Litter. You’ll just have to come back on another trip to see those places—preferably after I’m dead.”
“So where are we going today?” asked Pep.
“Our first stop is the Lunkquarium,” Mrs. McDonald replied.
“The what ?!”
They checked out of the campground and headed east for about an hour on Route 80. Then Dr. McDonald pulled off exit 83, and a mile or so down the road a sign came into view:
Go to Google Maps ( http://maps.google.com/ ).
Click Get Directions.
In the A box, type Portage IN.
In the B box, type Edwardsburg MI.
Click Get Directions.
“Michigan?” Pep asked. “What are we doing here, Dad? I thought you said we were going to cross Indiana today.”
“We are,” Dr. McDonald replied. “This is just a quick side trip.”
“Woooooo-hoooooooo!” Coke hollered. “Did you know that Michigan is sometimes called the Wolverine State, even though there are no wolverines in Michigan anymore?”
“Get a life, brainiac,” Pep told her brother.
Soon they arrived in Edwardsburg, which bills itself as the “Live Bait Capital of the World.” Dr. McDonald pulled the RV into the big parking lot of a store called Lunker’s. There was a giant rotating fish on the roof.
“I don’t get it,” Coke said as they walked through the front door. “It’s a big fishing store.”
But actually, it was much more. The ceiling of the store was painted blue with white clouds, to make it seem like you were in the great outdoors. Besides all the fishing and hunting gear, the store featured a stuffed bear, an alligator, some huge iguanas, an enormous aquarium (the Lunkquarium), and an eight-thousand-pound sculpture of a bass that looked like it was crashing through a brick wall.
Even Coke had to admit the place was cool. Everybody had pretzels at the in-store restaurant before piling back into the RV.
“Okay, what’s next, Mom?” asked Pep.
“Our next stop is the RV Hall of Fame,” Mrs. McDonald announced.
“No!” Coke hollered. “It can’t be true! They can’t have a Hall of Fame devoted to RVs. Say it ain’t so, Dad!”
But it was so. In Elkhart, Indiana, just eleven miles south of Lunker’s, is the RV Hall of Fame. Mrs. McDonald read from the website.
Dedicated to preserving the history and honoring the pioneers and individuals who have made significant contributions to the RV and Manufactured Housing industries…
“Bor-ing!” Coke shouted.
“Please, Mom!” Pep begged. “Don’t make us go there. We’ll go anywhere else you want. Just don’t make us go there .”
“Okay! Okay!” Mrs. McDonald agreed. “Stay on the road, Ben. We’ll skip the RV Hall of Fame.”
In the back, Coke and Pep breathed sighs of relief. They weren’t sure if they would rather jump off a cliff, get locked in a burning building, or visit the RV Hall of Fame.
Go to Google Maps ( http://maps.google.com/ ).
Click Get Directions.
In the A box, type Edwardsburg MI.
In the B box, type Mentone IN.
Click Get Directions.
“Next stop,” Mrs. McDonald announced cheerfully. “The world’s largest egg!”
It may be hard to believe, dear reader. But about an hour south of the RV Hall of Fame, in the little town of Mentone, Indiana, rests the largest egg in the world.
Well, it’s not a real egg. And it may not even be the largest fake egg in the world, because there are other fake eggs in Washington State and Canada that the locals claim to be the largest. But if you walk down Main Street in Mentone, you
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