The older two had their first camps of the summer this week - Bella went to Saginaw for FSY (For the Strength of Youth) church camp and Benjamin had Drumline camp at the high school. That left Peter and Christian at home with me. They decided to come along to drop Bella off at FSY so they could join me in exploring Frankenmuth on the way home.
Frankenmuth is a small town with a main street strip full of little cafes, boutiques, etc. that draws tourists with the claim that it is a traditional German town founded in 1845 by 15 German settlers from Bavaria. There is really nothing traditionally German there. Some German words on signs, a few places selling sausage, and that's about it. The two main restaurants boast servers who wear an outfit sort of German-looking. But they specialize in chicken, not bratwurst or schnitzel or anything German at all. It's not even on the menu. When on main street, it feels a lot like Park City or Jackson Hole, or any other ritzy, boutique lined small town main street. I went there knowing not to expect German heritage, so I wasn't disappointed. I went there to have some fun wandering around main street, having lunch, walking along the covered bridge over the river, and hanging out with my boys. For that, it was perfect.
Random extras:
Peter loved playing with the fridge letter magnets this week. "Take a picture!" he kept saying. So I did. What a cutie.
Kelly and Christian went camping last week up north. Three days, two nights camping and motorcycling. They had an amazing time.
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