Travels With a
Late start today following more resetting of Things that Nanny Microsith b0rked in the night, though at least their wretched update worked this time. It hasn't given me my lost e-mail profiles back though, the terrible ["Uncle Monty" - Ed.]. The first two hundred or so kilometres of today's trip were much the same as 99% of yesterday's but at least there were a few more views of Lake Quadwales.
Donkey in the Cevennes Western Half-Devil Monster Face in Leftpondia - Part 6
|"On balance" reflected Thomas, "this probably beats sharing the back of a road atlas with twelve bikini-clad models chiz curses wot am i saing?"|
|"I'm really getting into Samuel Beckett" confessed Thomas. "What's more, this bin is even BEAR-proof!"|
|Speed limit sign reads "30 mph" so we must be on the USAnian side|
- Canuckistan's border control people are more chatty and/or conscientious than USAnia's, or
- The Canuckistanis have better places to go, or
|"Harrumph!" grumbled Thomas. "The Nieuwe Waterweg's loads better!"|
Actually I did see his other side, and that was black too.
Onto I-75 for the fifty-odd miles south across Michigan's Upper Peninsula, being the bit of Michigan that doesn't stick up like a sore wossname between Lakes Michigan and Huron. If a sane person had drawn the map it would probably be part of Wisconsin, but sane cartographers appear to be thin on the ground (see also "the Northwest Angle" and "Point Roberts"). At the other end of the Upper Peninsula lie the Straits of Mackinac, which connect Lakes Michigan and Huron (and are wide enough that some people including, I'm sure, many cartographers) reckon that the said lakes should really be considered as one big one and if you want to work out how many Waleses that is, hey, it's your time you're wasting. Or your employer's.
"Scenic Overlook" said the sign, so we went to overlook the scenery.
|"All I can see are trees!" moaned Thomas. "I thought you said there was a bridge over there!"|
|"I'm sorry I doubted you" said Thomas2, apologetically.|
there's a ferry from here across Lake Michigan to some tongue-twister of a place in Wisconsin. And it's only about four and a half hours from O'Hare. And there's a whirlpool bath just over there ←, in which I shall shortly be immersing my aching bod. The clod is much better now though, in case you3 were wondering.
I do not know when this year's Automatic Diary will see its conclusion as even if there is free wifi at the air-o-port I'm not convinced the battery on this machine will last long enough to do everything Babbagey that needs to be done before it appears, like a freshly-hatched porridge fly, on your morning porridge4. Stay tuned.
- I believe the largest lake freighters are actually bigger than any ocean-going vessels ("salties" in the local lingo) to be found on the Lakes as the locks on the St Lawrence Seaway are smaller than those on the lake system.
- Do you see what I did there, eh? EH??
- Which no-one except Miss von Brandenburg seems to have been doing (sob).
- Offer only open to porridge-eating BRITONS; closes 31st December 1968.