Weekend Wanderings

What I learned on my November vacation, among other things.

131 is a much nicer drive north than 96-69-75-23.

It's a little town when high school hockey is on the radio.

The water in Greenbush isn't any good. Even the people at the V know it.

Friday night is a good night to eat out; all the locals are at the several hundred fish fry events at various venues around town. Or at the hockey game.

Locals don't worry so much about living on the water; they are surrounded by it. The summer people can pay the taxes and live on the lake.

The V and American Legion are hopping on Friday nights. $1 Killian droughts in frosted mugs could have something to do with it.

There are still a lot of people who smoke.

There are some pretty cool people at the V. And then there is Winky.

Winky is a good pool player when he isn't three sheets to the wind.

Oscoda has never really recovered from Wurtsmith closing. The locals still talk about it.

I don't believe that the people up north know how stunningly beautiful it is up there.

There are deer camps, deer blinds and deer check points. I don't care for any of them.

Samson (@thedogsamson) loves Whiskers. And the good people at Whiskers love him. They aren't just saying that either.

I miss His Handsomeness when we travel. I know that he does not miss me. He has a Kurunda bed and a flat screen TV.

Oscoda is beautiful. Really, truly beautiful. If you have never spent time on one of the Great Lakes, you are missing out. And I am not just saying that either.

So now, we wait. It's good to be home in my own bed.