Feeling like a uper
If you’re not from Michigan you may be confused or concerned about my spelling, so I’ll explain. Uper is an acronym for the people who live in the upper peninsula of Michigan which might as well be it’s own state. It’s detached in more ways than one. After you cross the five mile long mackinaw bridge into the UP you might as well have entered another country. The land is different and so are the people. It is a great place to get away from everything including stores restaurants and most modern conveniences but the bugs are big enough to drain the blood from grandma, the family pet and still be left thirsting for more. Okay the lake Superior coast line is wild and gorgeous and the Porcupine Mountains on the west side are beautiful but everything else is flat, deserted and BORING!
Upers are a different breed, they dress in flannel shirts, furry hats and rubber boots. They smell like campfire and say things like Ya and Ah? Their big night out is a contest with the neighbor to see who can down a six pack of cheap beer the fastest while melting the rubber on their boots in front of a bon-fire . It’s a whole other world-fun to visit but it would kill me to live there. I don’t own any flannel and my rubber boots sprung a leak last spring.
I usually visit Lake Superior every summer but didn’t managed a trip this year. Washington State was pretty simuliar anyway. If you manage to visit say ya to the upers for me.
Gotta go pour myself a third cup of coffee so I can make it through another Monday morning.
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