Drive UP
It was a looong drive up to Marquette, and the most interesting part of that drive was taking a 30 minute detour returning a dog to it's owner *or people who knew the owner at least*. Odd, you ask. Well, when a male German mix is running about on the high way, and nearly hits you, or vice versa (and in my defense I was both slamming on brakes and blaring car horn). I took a risk, got out and called him to me. He came, was as friendly as ever, and I looked for a collar. I found none, so in a random act, I opened my back seat door and he jumped in. I drove down to the nearest driveway and asked if they had lost a dog and gave the description. They said that they hadn't *their own poked his head out of the door*, but to try someone who lived back the way I had come. I got the directions and headed over there. Thankfully, I got there just before they left. They said it wasn't their dog, but wondered if it was their brother's who lived about a quarter mile from them. It wasn't. However, as soon as they saw the dog, they said, "I know exactly who that dog belongs to. Go back to the highway, cross it and head down the road a bit. You'll pass by a few houses, and then come to a cabin." I went, and the dog seemed excited about the place *hell, he was just excited. When I'd leave the car, he'd take over the driver's side!* No one was home, so I pulled into the neighbour's. Sure enough, she confirmed that the dog did belong to that person, and the dog had a habit of chasing cars. She was surprised he had gotten to the highway, which was about a mile and a half away. She said to drop the dog off at the people next to her, as they were relatives of the owner. I did, and they were very grateful that I had stopped and returned the dog, It was there I found out his name was Nokie. I got him out of the car, but the silly thing wanted right back in. So, I didn't drive off until he was nearly at his house; I didn't want him following me back to the highway.
I hated driving on the bridge. My tires are bad enough as it is, and they had the mini bumps on the bridge that are murder for tires *and least it won't be on the side I drive home on*. It was miles and miles and miles of shoreline *and the boring not pretty kind*, followed by miles and miles and miles of driving. On the plus side, I SAW my first coyote. I've heard them before, but hadn't really seen them since I moved up here. I also saw a raven and a hawk fighting over a dead deer. The raven won.
Marquette is nice. Katie and I walked around the campus, before stopping at the grocery store for supplies. I made chicken penne with a home-made tomato and mushroom sauce *home-made meaning diced tomatoes and canned tomato paste with fresh mushrooms added in with a dash of many herbs*. We also had a dessert which is probably illegal in at least 40 states: Dove chocolate mint ice cream with brownies. MMM, devilish!
I head back down to Charlevoix in a few hours, just in time to wrap Mom's mother's day gift, "Tin Man".
p.s. The oddest thing I noticed about the U.P.? PASTIES! Everywhere you go, they sell PASTIES!
I hated driving on the bridge. My tires are bad enough as it is, and they had the mini bumps on the bridge that are murder for tires *and least it won't be on the side I drive home on*. It was miles and miles and miles of shoreline *and the boring not pretty kind*, followed by miles and miles and miles of driving. On the plus side, I SAW my first coyote. I've heard them before, but hadn't really seen them since I moved up here. I also saw a raven and a hawk fighting over a dead deer. The raven won.
Marquette is nice. Katie and I walked around the campus, before stopping at the grocery store for supplies. I made chicken penne with a home-made tomato and mushroom sauce *home-made meaning diced tomatoes and canned tomato paste with fresh mushrooms added in with a dash of many herbs*. We also had a dessert which is probably illegal in at least 40 states: Dove chocolate mint ice cream with brownies. MMM, devilish!
I head back down to Charlevoix in a few hours, just in time to wrap Mom's mother's day gift, "Tin Man".
p.s. The oddest thing I noticed about the U.P.? PASTIES! Everywhere you go, they sell PASTIES!