April 5, 2009 by Gabriel Monge-Franco
Comments (0)
hopi, arizona, colorado, yukon, ontario, pow wow, trip, travel, michigan, grand rapids, holland, livonia, grand ledge, ionia, lowell, marlette, bad axe, point aux barques, port austin, flint, detroit, windsor, ann arbor, saline, toledo, ohio, lansing, writing, blog, lake michigan, lake huron, grand river, comstock park, riverside park, lapeer
So here is the quick break down of my adventorous weekend:
Right after work, I drove to Livonia, Detroit, and then Windsor, where I met an interesting fellow. I then drove back home to Grand Rapids. The next day, I drove to Holland where I made a new little friend who is now addicted to microscopes, and then drove back to Grand Rapids. A few hours later, I found out there was a Pow Wow in the Ann Arbor area, and I still had time to make it to the great walk which started at seven. So, I drove to the Pow Wow in Saline, where I met a lady from an Ontario tribe who tought some Guatemalans who live in Toronto how to fish, and also a Shamal who told me a few sacred Hopi stories. After the Pow Wow, I missed my exit to Lansing so I drove up to Flint, where in a split second I decided to go see the thumb of Michigan.
I drove to Lapeer and then Marlette, the heart of the thumb, and then to Bad Axe where I met some elite hackers. I was lucky to find a hotel open late. After spending the night in Bad Axe, I drove to the tip of the thumb, or two tips rather (if you look real close): Port Austin, where I took some pictures and wrote some nonsense; and Pointe aux Banques, where I hiked into a hidden bay to take pictures and write more nonsense. On the way back through Bad Axe, I met Amanda, who now owes me a date.
On the way back, I stopped by Ionia and hung out with some friends. Then I drove to Lowell, where I enjoyed some Taco Bell before they closed due to technical difficulties (geez, those dudes from Bad Axe really had nothing better to do...). I walked in a park half-flooded by the Grand River, where I wrote more nonsense until it actually started to make sense. Since I wasn't quite ready to go home, I went to Comstock Park and eventually found my way to Riverside Park. There, my mind wondered for a couple of miles until it came to realize what my first book will be about.
I made it back home safe and sound, having visited so many different places and experienced the most random events of the year. The people I met and the things that I saw all came together after hours on the road to show me what my book will be about: love.