I am not one to go against the cosmic alignment of signs in the universe so when I read my horoscope, and it told me "You need a break from your everyday life so if only for couple of days get out of town."
So, I made a quick call to a small motel in a small town on the west side of the Keweenaw Peninsula. The motel did have a room for two nights and that there would be no one around to check me in so the key will be in the door - it is a small motel in a small town. The small town that was a long time ago a bigger town with a shipping harbor for copper and a bike ride through its cemetery tells of its varied and rich past.
Not far from my motel live a merry band of monks who reside on the shores of Lake Superior and are very popular selling jams, muffins, cakes and other sweet items to make their living. it is always a fun stop in and stock up on the jams they make from local fruits and berries that can help to get you through a long winter. I also enjoy spending time wondering their flower gardens and the rocky shore in front of what they call Poor Rock Abby.
The Keweenaw is home to many a town that was large and vibrant with life brought on by the mining of copper and when the copper boom went bust the towns were caught in that moment in time to slowly decay into history. The wheels of time go round and round and now these towns are being pulled into the present. In a now defunct church, I laid back with my eyes closed on the stage where the alter used to sit and listened to the churches pipe organ come to life and reverberate out and along the stained-glass windows of saints before I went back to wondering the town where the past and the present silently collide into the future.
