Once upon a time, there were 6 little cabins. They stood like little soldiers looking west.
Once upon a time gliders landed in our meadow…
The Wayfarer in the 1920’s
Then 4 more cabins appeared in the early 1930’s, plus guestrooms in the big house… It must have been a busy place even back then.
Same phone number as it was back then. 231.352.9264 – give us a call and rent a cabin.
Or better yet, make your reservations online 😉
Yes, the chickens cackle loudly. Sometimes really early in the morning, making one think that they are channeling a rooster, and sometimes they cackle in the afternoon. It can get pretty annoying if you don’t know what is going on. This morning, however, was a bit different. The girls sounded downright angry
This guy was hopping around on the top of the run, eyeing what could be a good meal…
We think it’s a red-tailed hawk
Yes, the sign is up and we are open for business. Should be a good crop again this year, and prices are low.
So come on down or up and start weeding 😉
Looks a mess but is really quite pretty and cottage-garden-ish in real life 😉
I cannot keep the Oregano at bay. Thank goodness the chickens like munching on it
My Disney friend, Angie from Indiana, and her family stayed at the Wayfarer last week. They are a family of 5, so they booked 2 cottages. 1 of the cottages was for their daughter and her friend.
Teenagers often leave something for me to find. It’s not always funny or nice.
But this time, I had to smile. As I walked into the cabin to check it out before letting Leah go in to clean it, I found 2 little piles of sand on the dining table.
I almost wiped them off the table …
Cute? Yes, I think it’s very cute 🙂
There is never a dull moment at the Wayfarer!
A couple of weeks back, a ruckus started in the chicken coop. The chickens chased “Tootsie” all over the run and attacked her something awful.
I went out to check on the girls and to see what was wrong. The noise level was very uncomfortable.
I was stunned to find “Tootsie” looking really mangled. Feathers were missing from her chest, her comb was damaged – she looked awful.
When night time approached, all went quiet, but the next day the same ruckus. Mike and I decided to let the chickens out of their run, so they could separate and quiet down.
When Mike suddenly realized that we had 3 black chickens, not 2 like there should be.
Turns out his friend had smuggled into our coop a chicken from his coop. An ugly black, battered by a rooster, chicken by the name of Royal.
He thought it was funny, I did not! My chickens were traumatized for a couple of days.
Mike caught Royal, after chasing her through the bushes, in his pier fishing net.
She was picked up by her owner shortly thereafter.
As I walked up to Hummingbird (#6 for all who have stayed at the Wayfarer), a card was clipped to the door addressed to “Iris”.
“Dear Iris, I figured you would never forget the two ladies who traveled all the way from Florida for a wedding that got cancelled the day of.” –
Indeed, I will not forget these ladies, a mother and daughter who could not have been nicer, more appreciative or happy. They made the best of the situation and enjoyed this beautiful area.
I may forget what is on my personal calendar some days, but I rarely forget a guest.
I know – strange, LOL
On the rare occasion, when I have time to go into Frankfort during summer, I can never find a parking space. Neither can you.
One could be tempted to park in someone’s driveway, but that wouldn’t be prudent. Instead, you drive around and around, when lo and behold, there is a spot open, maybe even 2 or 3 spots.
You can almost always find a nice spot BEHIND City Hall and/or the City Marina a block west of City Hall. And when you discover these lovely spots, you get to walk through the tiniest of gardens to get to Main Street.
The Frankfort city garden
See the blue awning? Good – next to it is my favorite clothing store “Hull’s of Frankfort”