Once again we all packed in the car, battled the traffic, and headed out to the 180 mile long US 12 garage sale. Traveling US 12 (aka Michigan Avenue near where we live) we noticed that there were not any garage sales until we reached Saline MI, once we hit Saline though there were plenty, most of them in large groups along US 12 rather than the individual garage sale. We did not actually buy anything till we hit the city of Clinton on US 12, where Dad got a lit up pumpkin for $2 and James got a sealed (new) set of photo albums. We continued our trek onto the Irish Hills where we found out that the barbecue restaurant there that we liked at the top of the hill was now a submarine shop, guess nothing last forever.