In Da Harbor

Jeremy and I departed from Detroit on Friday morning after jam packing my mother's Ford Focus with as many possessions as possible, and filling up on far too much caffeine.  Everything was going wonderfully, we crossed the bridge and were making excellent time, chatting and singing to the radio the whole time.  At a certain point we disagreed about the lyrics to a certain song.  We listened intently to the radio to hear who was correct when out of no where a large demon bird (some say it was a turkey vulture, but it could not have been a real animal) swooped in straight towards my windshield.  Apparently the demon bird was on a suicide mission.  Jeremy swerved while I went into the fetal position.  The demon bird left my right mirror hanging on the side of my vehicle.  We tossed into the passenger window, and stuffed a pillow in the open gap of the widow as we drove through a down pour.  

We made it to a gas station where a mechanic took off the mirror, and made it back on the road.  Needless to say Jeremy didn't drive the rest of the way.  After getting lost, asking direction at a creepy hotel, getting a speeding ticket, and admiring odd billboards for fudge, we finally got to Marquette.  I dropped Jeremy off at his boyfriend's house, and began driving the longest three hours of my life.  As I drove I called George over and over, who kept assuring me that I hadn't hit Houghten yet and had certain not gotten close to Calumet.  At a certain point it was decided that I would crash with him for the night.  Perhaps it was the crazy sound in my voice, or my terrible driving record, but regardless I'm glad I stopped driving.  I don't think I would've made it.  After a few beers, George and I realized that we were locked into his apartment.  This was odd because neither of us had locked the door.  According to George's dad his place is haunted.  We called our boss to come and get us out.  He failed at turning the knob, and broke George's key in the lock after we tossed it down to him through the window.  Finally, George's dad came and opened up an alternate exit, leaving us with a spare key.  

After such an exciting day, it was good to unpack yesterday in my tiny sauna room, and wander around the "town" of Copper Harbor.  It is one of the most beautiful place I have ever been.  It is also the most desolate.  I am looking forward to starting work at the fort, and having more adventures to share.