Canada

We sadly left the Upper Peninsula on the third of July because the Fourth of July was coming up and we couldn’t find a place to stay. Otherwise the beauty of the Upper Peninsula would have kept us longer.

Except for this lovely vacation spot over the Fourth of July weekend we’ve never made reservations for a place to stay on this road trip. We’ve just decided day to day what we were going to do. Really we’ve decided hour to hour. All the ferries we’ve wanted to take have run repeatedly so we just arrived at our convenience and took the next ferry out. And there was nothing else we did that needed to happen at a particular time. I have loved how this makes each moment available to us, unfettered by something that “needs” to happen. Being in the moment becomes much easier.

We crossed into Canada at Sou St. Marie, a big sleepy town named the same thing on both sides of the border. The day after we crossed the border a ring of human traffickers was arrested at Sou St. Marie which made us feel kind of creepy. We’ve had a few other things that made us feel kind of creepy on the trip which I will tell you about but first want to apologize to Canada that I’m talking about creepy things on their page because the creepy things didn’t happen in Canada. Canada has been delightful.

Other creepy things from the trip:

  • We passed Kent State when driving through Ohio. Simone wasn’t alive during the student shootings there so she wasn’t too affected, but I felt overwhelmingly sad that those shootings had happened and that the Vietnam war had happened and that war seems to be part of the human condition.
  • Twice we’ve driven past nuclear power plants. It’s not that they’re hidden, but there are no signs that they’re there, no parking lots visible from the road. They were clearly trying to keep a low profile. The nuclear skyline felt evil in some way, connected to economic and political power that could and would flatten us if at all necessary.

Ok, back to Canada. Like the Upper Peninsula of Michigan the northern coasts of the Great Lakes are stunning and in many ways more isolated which adds to their beauty. We took 3 days to slowly drive along them, vowing to come back (me at least). Heading in the homeward direction and knowing this trip is no longer going to last forever changes the aura of the days. I’m still in the moment, but savoring each one, holding on to them, even grasping their beauty. It’s a practice to let this go and just appreciate what’s given.

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