Man, vacation was awesome! I can’t wait to share it all with you.
Just, you know. One thing… I lost my camera. Which means that all the gorgeous photos of Lake Superior and the Keweenaw Peninsula are with someone else now. Heads up, if you were in Gay/Laurium/Calumet on Saturday and you found a blue Canon with fat lady nudes on it, that’s mine. I’d like it back.
Since I don’t have pictures, I’ll just have to recreate them. I’m a pretty good artist, so you probably won’t be able to tell the difference.
On the first day of our trip, our merry band of adventurers had to travel from Grand Rapids, MI, to Gay, MI. That’s a really long drive. Eleven hours in two cars, with six writers making the journey. It was me, Bronwyn Green, Mia Watts, Kelsey St. James, Kris Norris, and Emily Love. The gruelling drive was marked by many potty breaks, but the most exciting part was the halfway point, the crossing of Michigan’s majestic Mackinac (pronounced Mack-i-naw) Bridge. Look at this beautiful lady of the crossing, rising from her pylons in the great white shark infested waters where Lake Michigan and Lake Huron meet:
We basically just spent day three writing our butts off in our lovely cabin.
“For what it’s worth, if you had proposed tonight, I would have said no.”He lifted an eyebrow. “Would you have?”I dabbed the corners of my mouth with my napkin, careful not to smudge my lipstick. I couldn’t lie to him. “No.”
On our sixth day of vacation, we struck out for the very tippiest top of Michigan, Copper Harbor. It’s tiny, it’s foggy, and there are lots of rocks, and also Lake Superior. There were also Orthodox Christian monks living up there who make baked goods:
This was the last day we could possibly get any work done, and get work done, I did. Do you want to see more of it? Okay!
“Maybe I did, in the past, but… I don’t know. I’ve always felt like you were… not resentful of me, but perhaps slightly inconvenienced by my existence. I got the feeling that you didn’t like me around.” She paused. “I feel like I made you uncomfortable somehow.”“You made me uncomfortable?” That absolutely flabbergasted me. “No, Emma. I felt like I was making you uncomfortable. Because your dad was dating me, and we’re the same age, and the way we first met- ““In hindsight, that’s quite funny.” She shook her head. “Or at least, Michael tells me it is.”
And then on Day 8, we all left. Except for my camera, who I hope is having a really nice time, wherever it is.