The Bridge

I’ve just returned from a trip to “The Bridge.”  I’d only ever been down below, where the Trolls live.  On The Bridge, where the Yoopers live, the lake is Superior.  The Bridge contains one third of the land but only three percent of the total population.  And the Yoopers wouldn’t have it any other way.

My neighbors feel like they are living right on top of me, breathing down my neck and peering in my windows.  The little lake behind my house looks like a puddle.  The trees are anemic.  I have to laugh because, once again, I am reminded of the relativity of everything.  Every single thing.  

I watched “Wanted.”  It was violent beyond measure and felt totally alien to the rest of the experience.  I reacted appropriately “guyish” all the same.

I watched most of “The Simpsons Movie.”  Also felt alien.  Also laughed and reacted appropriately.

I watched my family explore and experience everything the U. P. had to offer.  My children surprised me with their boundless energy.  My wife tried things I wouldn’t have thought she would have.  I let myself sublime into the vastness of it, and I felt the heartbeat of Existence itself.

All in all, not a bad way to spend a week.