Last week felt like our trip had not officially started, as we were been
waiting for our final piece of equipment to arrive. Which means we
were going around in circles around West Michigan, waiting for it to
arrive. It’s a solar panel! And we think it has enough wattage to give
us sustainable power through several days of off-the-grid camping. Our
trip is in a big part motivated by sustainability, so we’re excited to
use it.
While waiting, we decided to spend the weekend at Silver Lake Dunes, as
my father-in-law has a cottage there. Most of Autumn’s family came,
including Felton, my brother-in-law’s dog, who baptized the place by
running out of the car, right into the central part of the living room,
and taking a shit in front of everyone. Yeah, Felton is a… special
dog.
On saturday we left our camper there and drove back to Muskegon, to meet
with two of our closest friends, Beth & David, who were on their
way back to Wisconsin via Lake Michigan ferry. We had dinner at a place
that had an “award winning” soup. Just like that, in quotation marks.
The soup was basically liquified cheddar, and it was “good.” We then
walked through Pere Marquette park, a beautiful beach on the lake. We
hadn’t seen each other in a while but it was as if no days had pass.
I’ve grown to love them in a special way, as their relationship, their
curiosity, and their itinerant life reminds me of ourselves.
“Special things happen when we’re together,” I say as we watch the most
beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen. What a cliché, to feel emotional over a
sunset, but what can I tell you, it was a pretty good one. Now I’m
convinced I’m not the kind of person that would cry over a sunset, and I
didn’t. But I could have if I would’ve allowed it.
We head
back to Silver lake, and on Sunday we walked in the dunes. Several sand
dunes surround Lake Michigan and Silver lake, and it’s such a powerful
landscape. While walking there I told my niece Hannah, queen of the
eye-roll, about the Star Wars composer who came to Silver Lake, and it
was here where he felt inspired to write the Darth Vader theme song.
She knew it was a set up so she just looked at me, already annoyed.
“Yeah, apparently he pointed at the landscape and went ‘dune, dune, dune, dune-dune-dune, dune-dune-dune!'”
Both Autumn and her were not impressed with my ¨award winning” comedy.
Then we headed out to Manistee National Forest, and arrived at Condon
lake, a small camping site where we camped for free. And this was a big
part of our plan: to live in shared land they belongs to you, me, and
Woody Guthrie. That night I finally reorganized the car while
Aut prepared dinner. When she called me in we set a table with
spaghetti, a side salad, and wine, and that tiny table in the middle of
the silence of an isolated forest was suddenly home. That dinner was
more powerful than a sunset, apparently, because I cried.
Not everything is overwhelming beauty. A couple days later we slept in
the parking lot of Camping World, an RV store by the side of an
intersection in a town called Houghton Lake. Instead of birds chirping
we were woken up by a delivery truck backing up right next to us at 7
am. That morning, in the store lounge, we had a conversation with an
older couple from Alabama, who after a friendly introductory chat asked
me if I was illegal. She made some pretty strong comments about
immigration. My first instinct was to respond aggressively, and show how
upset I was. But this woman was legitimately curious about my opinion
so I calmly expressed the importance of immigration, and when she talked
about assimilation and people speaking English I talked about the
multicultural background of the people that have been living there long
before the United States was founded. “That’s a good perspective” she
said, and while I doubt 15 minutes of conversation in the lounge of
Camping World of Houghton Lake was enough to make her go back to Alabama
to let all friends and family know how mistaken they are, I felt proud
to have had a conversation that may have helped someone understand a new
point of view. Whenever I think of people like her, hardcore
conservatives with deep held beliefs against immigration, I try to
remember that for the most part there’s no ill will in them. The
majority of them are not intrinsically hateful. We just live in
different realities, and the moral convictions that were imposed onto
her are different than the ones that were imposed on me. Their isolation
from urban areas with more immigration limits their understanding of
other spaces, and it’s good to have opportunities to share experiences
with others. Reaching out to the other side with empathy and compassion
is the only way to build a healthy society. Hard to do it though, as
sometimes with those comments my mind just wants to go to the dark side
(queue the Darth Vader dune song).
We then spent two days in Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes National Forest,
where the weather was rainy. Which meant spending a lot of time together
in our little house. We made it work by pretending we live in a
normally sized apartment, so when I needed something I would yell to the
other side of the house. We had an awesome hike through the woods that
lead to a dramatic view of lake Michigan. Aut saw a really cool bird and
got so excited she hurt my arm.
Yesterday we had dinner at Petoskey, an artsy, touristy little town,
where we splurged with dinner, a brewery visit, and incredible gelato.
And then slept in another parking lot, this time in a casino.
We have crossed the Mackinaw bridge today, so we’re officially in
Michigan’s UP! Next week we’re taking a break while I fly to San
Francisco for 5 days, because I got a couple of gigs with a company
called “Comedy Central”? Never heard of it. I should be writing for
these gigs, but haven’t had much time. My mind is focused on this trip!
Up next:
Saint Ignace
Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore
Marquette, MI
And San Francisco!
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Esteban
