The last leg of my northern run was in Harris, MI, which is near Escanaba. That does no one any good whatsoever. The nice part was that my drive from Milwaukee was only 4 hours and the weather cleared up. The bad news was that I was heading to the western part of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and knew I had to drive 711 miles home on Monday.
I pulled in and saw the Island Casino, a tropical based facility, which was ironic, considering it was 14 degrees when the sun went down. I got to my room and the door handle fell off in my hand. Off to a good start, I see. After the beating I took in Wisconsin, I was ready to choke someone. Luckily, when I went to the show, about 150 people showed up. One guy, the first one there, asked me, “Are you from down south?” No, I replied, I’m from Columbus, OH (it’s easier than saying Zanesville when you’re 700 miles from home). “Oh yeah, down south!” I just stared at him with an annoyed, yet dead look until he nervously pulled out his phone and fidgeted away.
The show went great, although I only sold one DVD…I’ll blame the government. It’s probably their fault. Back on the road in the morning, I had a lovely 10 hour and 20 minute drive back for Christmas. I learned a lot on my trip, mostly never book a week in the northernmost points of the United States in late December. Actually, that’s all I learned. See you in the summer, my viking pals up north.