We crossed over the Mackinac Bridge and continued north. The last gas station that we had passed was about 30miles back when Chris said, "Man we need gas...I'm gonna start gettin worried if we don't find a gas station in the next 10 miles." I began to search the map on our phone, but there is not a strong signal in the middle of nowhere U.P. and navi kept telling us that the nearest gas station was the one that was to far to go back to. My grandmother, Mildred, gave us advice that as we get farther west to get gas when we see it...turns out the U.P. definitely applies. There will be no more of taking that advice lightly. We came across a little station within 5miles, and we still aren't sure if it had any other name than GAS. The pump was an old fashion ticker, and the cashier inside entertained us with her stories about snow in July.
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