I wish we would have done this when our kids were young.
We saw a bicycle rack at Pentwater that mounts on the trailer A-frame above the propane bottles. Tracks for the tires and a vertical rod to stabilize each bike.
My father talked about on Bois Blanc Island. Do not know if he was stationed there in the Coast Guard or not. He certainly talked fondly of it.
He was stationed in New York City for a short time. Met a student nurse from Brooklyn, at the Worlds Fair, so '39-'40. Soon transferred to Machinac Island. They wrote, and were married within a year. When she moved onto the island, it was by horse and sleigh marked by Christmas trees. Luggage was in the first sleigh, they rode in the second sleigh in case the first one fell through. Dad had a car, but of course not on the island. It is still that way, something like six hundred heavy and light buggy horses, and very few emergency vehicles. Many teams of three across on the large tourist wagons that pull up the hill behind the old fort. The day after Labor Day most of the hoses are loaded on ferries to winter in the U.P.
World War II. He was transferred to Ketchikan, Alaska and patrolled the Aleutian Island. Mom, because she was a nurse, was aloud to live on base. Most had to live off base during the war. Letters in and out to her family were screened. Black outs at night. They later had a house built there on the hill side. Park in the road, walk up what sounded like several levels of houses to get to it. My brother and sister were born in Ketchikan. They are nine and ten years older than me. My parents were there a little over five years. My brother has a scare on his forehead near hair line from a sledding accident with his big sister.
He was from a different era.
Rode a horse to high school in Ravana, MI.
And as a father he was old school. "I told you, I didn't ask you young man."
He was a good loving man of few words. Mom is there too, the one who raised four kids, when he spent weeks, sometimes month, on a ship or found us housing before meeting the ship between many of the unpteen transfers.
Interestingly, when you live on a ship much of your life, he did not acquire many personal items. Family stuff yes. Personal stuff no: a favorite pipe, a pocket knife, a lighter, a double barrel shot gun he had early on, and a bamboo fly rod, and a Buick. Every dollar he made he gave to her. And every extended leave he could, he spent his time driving her back east, back home to see her folks and family. When he retired he took another job and worked till he was seventy, and I was nineteen.
Eventually, all that led to me doing firewood seventy plus years later.
We have had a family event for many year, Saturday morning breakfast, Memorial weekend, and visit the folks, together.
None of my three siblings ever had kids. Two are in California.
To much info...but I'm on prescriptions.