Youse guys, I was in da Soo!

I ventured from Cincinnati to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan; a 600 mile trek with a short detour near Saginaw to check out a friend’s farmstead.  For those who know the farmboy from Michigan, here is where the stories began…

A weather delay in Cincinnati left me wanting to make tracks to the U.P. so I opted for my first roadside stop at a rest area near Cheboygan for shuteye.  No, I didn’t pop up the Aliner, just opted for the back of the Venza…memory foam is awesome!

Then, up early for a drive across the Mackinac Bridge and a refresher stop at the Bridge View Park to watch the sun rise and the fog lift.

It was time to see the sights of Sault Sainte Marie and holy man, I was run-een amuck wit da yoopers after go-een tru da Mitten and ya know I was affected by da time zone disorder. What da heck; youse guys would have enjoyed yooperland, eh? Got my bike spoke fixed in da Soo and  den I gave’er tarpaper and got pre’ner da Seney Stretch but went da udder way to Pictured Rocks National Forest. Didn’t meet up wit any skeeters, but holyowah, dere dey were, towsands of black flies side by each udder on da VenzAliner. Ya didn’t want to be caught wearing yer sparklers cause dose buggers, dey like white! Der were no tip up towns eader cuzda weader was a beeuwt and der was no ice. Didn’t get to see Motor City Madman, Big Bad John or da canucks in da great white nort, but got to sit on da porch and read da mining urinal and enjoy a pasty and jumbo.  I hope ya know Finglish, if not I tink you must be a flatlander; you betcha, eh?

I leave you with a conversation I had with a yooper who spent a year in Jacksonville; said he moved back to da Soo where ders nuttin that will kill ya (referring to alligators, gangsters and hurricanes in FL); heck da worst ting dae have in da U.P. is da drunk drivers on Saturday night, eh? All I can say is holyowah to that one!

I'm a little too yoopy to continue, so stay tuned for more on the lakeshore drive across the U.P.