I’ve just realized that June has been a rather lousy month for my blog. Mostly because my parents were here for a whirlwind tour, visiting my sister and me. I just feel a little sad that I didn’t get around to showing them as much as I would have liked. Being a new driver in the US makes me nervous about merging into mega freeways. For now, the backroads are infinitely more exciting and easy. So, equipped with my baby car (realistically small), we went driving around to Silver Lake Pinckney. It’s about 20 miles North-West of Ann Arbor, and by far my favorite road to drive in the area (curvy and without potholes).
Still, avoid the highway for scenic, inexperienced drives
We chose a non-peak hour in the day, avoided the highway and let Google give us directions through to Dexter followed by Pinckney. I feel no macho-ness while driving, so I don’t care about over-speeding and usually spend 5 minutes extra to avoid any risks. My father’s been driving in Delhi forever, and so this wasn’t necessarily his plan. He felt I was over obsessed and phobic about making mistakes. It was intended as a life lesson. I am certain that I could be kinder to myself when I do make mistakes, but I like being safe. I don’t quite know how to get rid of being careful. I just don’t have the desire to run 10 miles over speed limit or overtake anyone (unless it’s necessary) to save 30 seconds. What do people do with this saved time?
My mother is naturally kinder and not a back-seat driver. She was very happy with my progress and always wondered if I would stop at the red lights at the right time. Just like my 2 year old nephew, she would always point out the STOP signs well in advance, in case I missed them (I never do). The Pinckney road from Dexter leads to the recreation area near the Silver lake where we were headed. The road itself is like a rollercoaster and has almost no traffic. So, you can totally be on speed limit and not have annoying speeding drivers creep up behind you. I like that. There’s so much steering and speed adjustment needed on the rolling hills that even in an automatic, I feel I am doing a lot. It’s fun!
Missing Boony trees
Finally we reached Silver lake and found out way to a large maple (like) tree where we began with our Apple eating ceremony. Both my parents were disappointed that they couldn’t find a Boony/ Chinar tree. It’s very similar to the deciduous Maples but is of Eurasian origins. With my mom’s restricted diet, and my dad’s penchant for home cooked meals, eating out is limited to Apples and lunch boxed food we had carried from home. We didn’t really stand out. The state park has a shoddy little rest area near the Silver Lake beach with a few things to eat, but nothing spectacular. They also serve the worst Brezels known to humans of anywhere. Most people (summer holidays have begun) came with beach chairs, picnic blankets, dogs, messy kids, beach goods and loads of food.
Despite the fact that they’ve both not visited Srinagar since 1990, my parents have still spent all of their childhood and growing up years in weather and an environment that’s similar to Michigan (except it didn’t snow this much in the city). It was fun to hear them speak about their own adulting memories as we did our little walk around the lake. For the first time, they even spoke of feeling too exhausted and spent with the heat in Delhi, especially in the summer months. The abundance of lake water, and vegetation didn’t shock them as much as the fat squirrels everywhere. But they felt a little nostalgic. The extreme quietness of a small town disturbed them. Just like Arnab’s resounding noise at home bothers me.
We all find ways to deal with our aloneliness. Some choose noise while others new ponds.
Understeering 101 as I relish driving to Silver lake Pinckney
(On the way back in my overexcitement, I chose the Huron river drive to come through. Now this is a great road too and totally escapes Dexter town. However, considering I had never driven on the road before, I found a curve that was sharper and longer than I anticipated. My high speed action led to some casual understeering that I experienced for the first time outside of my husband’s theories. I need to try some drifting 101 next).
Don’t tell. Anyone.