Away − 2 August, 1993
So I went to Michigan Tech, starting some time around today. It was as far away from home as I could go, yet still get an in-state tuition rate. Not that far, as the mosquito flies, but over 600 miles as far as roads go. So da Tech appealed to my love for isolation even as it tickled my minimalist tendancy toward frugality.
300 inches of snow a year has to be good for something. Having graduated after spending four years in Michigan's Keweenaw peninsula, I can testify that all that snow is actually good for two things:
Frostbite is just icing on the cake.
But, just like everyone else, I was almost immediately swept into the quiet, subtle, non-obtrusive beauty of Michigan's Upper Peninsula. It really is a different world after you cross the Mackinac Bridge and exit I-75. All of the noise and distractions seem to disappate until all that's left is the sound of pine trees, freshwater lapping at the old mine's stampsand and copper tailings, and the grey wolves of Isle Royale.
300 inches of snow a year has to be good for something. Having graduated after spending four years in Michigan's Keweenaw peninsula, I can testify that all that snow is actually good for two things:
- Drinking
- Studying
Frostbite is just icing on the cake.
But, just like everyone else, I was almost immediately swept into the quiet, subtle, non-obtrusive beauty of Michigan's Upper Peninsula. It really is a different world after you cross the Mackinac Bridge and exit I-75. All of the noise and distractions seem to disappate until all that's left is the sound of pine trees, freshwater lapping at the old mine's stampsand and copper tailings, and the grey wolves of Isle Royale.
