Headed west from New Hampshire this past week and landed in Wisconsin of all places. And, so on a spontaneous call to an old friend in Milwaukee, his wife agreed to let him road trip with his old friend Tom. We rented a car and drove north to the Michigan Upper Peninsula and soon became lost in the dark somewhere north of Green Bay and ended up heading east toward Lake Michigan rather thna northwest to Lake Superior. So it goes...it's the journey that counts...not the destination, that was our explanation and eventual attitude after heading 5 hours without a map going the wrong way. Our goal was Copper Harbor on the northern tip of the Keweenaw Peninsula that juts about 1/3 of the way into Lake Superior. The other goal was to buy two throw-away cameras and photograph every roadside antique tractor with a For Sale sign on it. That was the purpose to head to Lake Superior and photograph old tractors. The other theme was that one of us must be posed with one knee down in front of the tractor as if we hunted big game and we we're pictured as if we bagged the big one. Eventually we loosened up our theme and I photographed John in front of every deer that was hanging up from a tree or rack and gutted or skinned. John posed with one knee down too, as if he was the great white Hunter and bagged not only tractors but dead hung deer too. The tally? 7 Ford 9N's
2 8N's
1 Farmall Cub
One Internation or McCormick F-12
1 Ferguson
3 deer 1 plastic deer someone hung from their rack as if they shot that one too. Eventually we made it to Copper Harbor at sunset and drove to the peak of an escarpment and saw Lake Superior stretch far off into the distance and the sunset on the western horizon. It was a good two day road trip. Sometimes, going out of the way adds a lot of interest in the trip. Oh yeah, locked the keys in the rented van at a gas station, called the local PD, they were able to pop the lock and I got a picture of John and the Polic Officer on one knee in front of the van. So it goes....a spontaneous road trip, old tractors, Lake Superior, and a good friend. I was in my glory. 9N'er
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