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We arrive at St. John’s Resort in Plymouth, Michigan, early on a Friday morning after a red-eye. The hotel desk won’t check us in for a few more hours, but they’ll happily hold our luggage. We wander to Five Steakhouse, the restaurant a few dozen feet from the front desk, to get breakfast. We made our order: a couple of lattes and our respective dishes.
As you might expect, we were exhausted. After a full day of work, we ran home to finish packing to get on a plane. We got little sleep during our flight, but sleeping on a plane is never restful. This quiet meal with coffee and corned beef hash, at least for me, would need to sustain me for a bit. This day would run long, and we didn’t know precisely what to expect.