We’re back from the Upper Peninsula (for some reason I want to add an extra “n” to peninsula). We drove a lot…we thought we’d end up in the far Northwestern tip of the UP, but we got a little sidetracked in Door County, Wisconsin—which, by the way, we decided is too touristy for our tastes. But we ate some delicious whitefish there, so it wasn’t a complete bust.
Anyway, we eventually found the quiet lakes and north woods of the UP where we camped for a few nights…but rain drove us to seek our shelter in a cabin, which we eventually found on South Manistique Lake. Seriously, we did nothing but sleep and read and eat.
Last night we ate dinner at an Olive Garden on the way home, and I was sort of spellbound by the number of people all gathered in one place. We got very used to quiet. We didn’t turn on a TV, and the radio is essentially dead in my car because the antennae broke and I’m not gonna fix it, so there was no extraneous noise. Except the clanging of the oars on Deb’s rowboat.
Not Alice 