Day 2 – Stranded at Sea
My alarm went off at 9, but I couldn’t hear my friend making any noise, so I figured he was still asleep. I went back to sleep for another hour before I decided I’d finally get myself up out of bed.
I walked all through this huge lake house and couldn’t find him. I checked out front and his Jeep was still there, so I figured he was out back fishing or something. I stepped out onto the deck blinded by the sunlight. I looked around and didn’t see him in the immediate area, and then I hear someone screaming my name. I look out onto the lake and he’s on a little dock, in the middle of the lake. No boat. Just him, a fishing pole, and a sunburnt head…
“Help me!”
“How the hell did you get out there?”
“I took a boat out here, then it floated away.”
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Ouch. I went inside to put on shoes. I get to play Coast Guard apparently... I look around at my options for boats, we’ve got single seat Kayaks, big multiperson canoes, and these double person paddle boats. I called out to him to see what he took out there, and he said one of the paddle boats. So I flipped the boat over, pushed it into the water and jumped in. Now if you’ve never tried to paddle one of these two-person paddle boats by yourself it can be interesting. I’m not the smallest person, so the boat is leaning heavily to the side I’m sitting on. I try to straddle the console between the two seats, and use one foot on each paddle, but you’d have to be 6’11” to do this comfortably. So instead I used my arms to push the paddles. The steering on these things is all left, or all right. So after some fancy boat maneuvers I crash into the dock and save my friend. Now we’re off to retrieve his boat that floated away.
It had floated into a very shallow area with lots of branches and trees, so we picked up some speed and made it to the boat with no problems. Now getting out was going to be a problem. The paddles kept getting stuck on branches and trees, so we broke off two branches and pushed our way our like we had been tour guides on the canals of Venice for years.
We made it back to the house and made breakfast, while constantly reminded him about the mornings events. He will never live that down. We got ready to leave for Michigan, and contemplated the Jeep or the 4Runner. The 4Runner won, we wanted to be able to hear each other and have a conversation.
We’re driving through the Chequamegon-Nicolet National Forest, and he’s telling me stories about how it turns into some lawless land up there in the National Forest when it snows. Snow mobiles everywhere, ATVs, trucks, anything goes. Sounds kinda fun, and kinda terrifying at the same time. He also tells me a story about how he got stuck in several feet of snow coming to this very cabin in his old “one wheel peel” Silverado, as we called it.
Thankfully a snow plow pulled him out of that mess. This is the same friend who flew into Salt Lake City to go to Moab with me. He flew out of Chicago for that trip, wasn’t going to make it in said Silverado, so he stopped and bought a 4wd Jeep on the way…
While we’re driving down some back road I see this ridiculous contraption in front of someone’s house. We turn around and park on the side of the road to watch this thing. He had an old steam saw set up in his front yard. I don’t know what he was cutting the wood for, he just cut it, threw it on a pile, and then used that pile to feed the steam engine. It was very cool to watch though. We sat there watching this thing in action for several minutes. The most ironic part, he had a three-legged dog…
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We made it to the Upper Peninsula, and stopped in a little town called Menominee. We walked out on a pier through a swarm of some sort of bugs, checked out this lighthouse, and contemplated what to do next. We decided we’d try a pasty while in the Upper Peninsula, so we found a place to get this local dish at.
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We walked into the restaurant lobby and no one was at the front desk. We walked around the gift shop and no one was still there. So we walked into the restaurant and finally someone acknowledged us and got us a table. This should have been the first red flag. As we’re sitting waiting to order, we realize we are the only ones in this restaurant. Literally. It’s a big restaurant, and about 4 pm, so there should have been someone more than us.
The waitress comes up and asks what we’re having. The first thing my friend asks is “is it pronounced pay-stee, or pah-stee? We’re from Alabama and don’t know…” She looks at him like that’s the dumbest thing she’s ever heard. She replies and tells us it’s pah-stee. Then she asks what kind of salad we want “house salad, or cottage cheese coleslaw.” That’s exactly what I heard, so I figure what is cottage cheese coleslaw, might as well give that a try. Once again we get a look of “Really? Did he just say that?” Apparently, it was cottage cheese, OR coleslaw. That was awkward.
Now at this point we’re laughing uncontrollably in this restaurant that we’re literally the only customers in. We can’t stay quiet, and it just keeps getting worse. The waitress walks up with our salads, and we bust out laughing again. Things just keep getting more awkward.
We look down at these salads and they are just huge chunks of vegetables. Half a tomato, whole leaves of lettuce. What is going on…
Next, she comes up with some biscuit muffin things. We are still laughing and she’s just looking at us at this point.
We look at these muffin things, unsure of what they are. I picked one up and smelled it, and if I had to describe the smell of horse food, that’s what this muffin smelled like 100%. So we’re making fun of the horse food muffins, laughing uncontrollably, with an assortment of uncut vegetables on the table. She brings out the main course, and we realize we had no idea how to eat these things. Do we pick it up and dunk it in the gravy, cut it and eat it with a fork, pour the gravy over it? We decided fork and dipping it in gravy was the way to go. We are still the only ones in the restaurant…
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The pasty was good, we ate, paid, and left as fast as we could. What an awkward dining experience. We figured we’d had enough of Michigan and headed back to the lake house to try our hand at fishing on the lake.
On the way back we saw these contraptions. I later learned these are like lawn mowers for the lake. They’re used to cut down the weeds that grow up in the lake.
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We spent the evening fishing from a large metal canoe. It’s no surprise we didn’t catch anything, that metal canoe and oars probably sounded like the titanic sinking to the fish. We did see a muskrat swim across the lake though. My friend had been talking about all the bald eagles he sees up here, but I had yet to see one. I’d never seen a wild bald eagle.
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We fished until we got cold and ran out of drinks. Back into the house we went to get a fire going, and start on steaks for dinner. We’d step outside occasionally to take in all the stars you could see in the cold summer air.
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After a long night of sitting around the fire, and burning through all the wood that was easily accessible we decided to call it a night.