Are you a flatlander, a troll, or a cheesehead?
At the time of this trip, off-time was a simple as waiting for my next "six
day weekend" that came once every three weeks. At this point in time, I
decided I'd never seen pictured rocks, and November was a fine time to do it.
I found a snowshoe factory to loan me the gear I needed and off I went. Some
of the lessons I learned on this trip were:
- Seeing a pair of tire tracks in the snow does not mean that a 4
cylinder Honda hatchback can navigate the road ahead
- "I left my guitar at home" is not an acceptable excuse for why you don't
want to participate in open mike night during a Munising winter.
I'll pass on the picture descriptions this time... I'll let them speak for
themselves.
