Yes, well, the air is sweeter here. Mackinac Island is surrounded by pristine water, thick forest, no cars, no industry (except for Fudge shops). I ran the island this morning, Carla rented a mountain bike and we went around the island together. An absolutely glorious day. The food tastes better here, (I've been eating a lot of seafood), I'm convinced the clean air clears your palate, makes you hungrier, and every meal has been satisfying.
This is our last day, (we've already checked out), after the run, I showered, and then we visited the Butterfly House (they have thousands of Butterflies from all over the world). Most butterflies only live 14 days (the Monarch is the exception). Butterflies danced and swirled around us as the sound system played classical music. What a nice place.
Stopping for a latte and a quick Blog, then we'll find a place for lunch, get back on the ferry and start the drive south down U.S. 31. We plan on stopping about halfway, stay somewhere near the lake, then tomorrow, we should be arriving back in Chi-town late afternoon.
I've totally unplugged, no TV (radio is good, TV is bad), no New York Times (they don't have it here), in the pub they usually show either the Weather Channel or Sports, so I've missed the big Republican Disinformation Session in New York. It's good to unplug from the Media Monster.
I've totally been absorbed by Orwell's 'Homage to Catalonia.' A 'Brit' journalist who couldn't resist joining a Spanish Militia fighting Franco's Fascist troops. Another time, another place. Orwell's humanity is a shining beacon. He writes of Anarchists, Socialists, Facists, Communists, but it is the day to day life of a man that touches deep. Looking for a world of 'equality' and 'social justice.' Not a bad goal. 'Tell fucking the truth, tell it now, tell it always..' -- Lenny Bruce.