Finding our feet

Before we head off into the greater wilds of the UP, Loops and I have some decisions to make.

Visiting Michigan’s Upper Peninsula has come about in a slightly haphazard fashion, with our very original plans (from back when we started out from Florida) taking us east from the Michigan mainland over into, and through, Canada to reach Maine before travelling south again. We have now decided to alter these ideas and head in a western arc; taking us through the UP before dropping down for a pass through Wisconsin, sling-shotting east past the base of Lake Michigan through Illinois, Indiana, Ohio and Pennsylvania.

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The beginning of a whole new world

They say the Upper Peninsula of Michigan is its own little world, that people from the UP (Yoopers) are ‘unique’ – hard core outdoorsman and hunters – and that while they might not mind people visiting their patch of the globe, they sure are glad when they leave and they get their little world back to themselves. And I’ll tell you this…they’d be right.

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Yoopers sure do like their guns…and this one actually works!

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Indians and Stones

The world is washing away.

At least that’s how it seems sitting in the bus for four days in the car park of Leelanau Sands Casino just outside of Peshawbestown, with the continuous downpour of rain alternating between a gentle tapping on the roof to thunderous drumming you can’t escape.

But you know what? It’s just nice to sit for once. Not moving.

The car park isn’t bad at all, for out of the front window I can see a thin woodland strip and the waters of Grand Traverse Bay beyond, and it’s moderately quiet. I can sit and read until my heart is content, practice my new crochet skills or take in a movie – as Loops and I did one afternoon, watching To Kill a Mockingbird. I’d never seen it before and thoroughly enjoyed the production, and am now thinking about reading the book to compare. It is relaxed and peaceful in our car park life.

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