School is out

   An odd scenario that I am becoming all too familiar with is urban car sleeping. I still become uneasy when picking a spot but it matters less and less each time. I pulled into a spot last night after searching for a dispersed campsite. It was midnight and I was driving parallel to the river. The sites i found were taken, from what i could see,  short of walking up to them. Possibly scaring those attempting to sleep.

     I woke up to the sound of a car door close as the sound of footsteps becoming faint. I sat up and had vehicles surrounding me,  but I slept through it.

     I shoved a couple granola bars into the pit of despair I call my stomach. The growls roar and can't fill it unless I cook two meals.

     I quickly checked out the river. The usual passage of turning the GPS on, waiting for the signal, and plugging in the destination commenced. It's almost comforting once I begin.

     Six hours later and I arrive at a closed visitor center at the Picture Cliffs National Lakeshore, MI. A terribly boring drive. Wisconsin is as flat as Minnesota. No fun roads have been encountered for the last few days.

     I got to the area and decided to find a campsite. Six hours is enough for the day. Finished reading "The Short Drop" by Matthew Fitzsimmons. Meh, a three star rating could be used. The reading of Hunter S. never dissapoint though. Laying here about to sleep as the sun hasn't even set.

     I'd say I'm homesick,  but I don't know if I really am. I miss everyone, but its a normal feeling. I miss nothing of the location. The longing to ride the moto and hug Sage however are not. Hah, the bachelor life is tough...right.

     I touched, for the first time, a great lake. The water cool. The sight cool. The air cool. Skipping rocks at Lake Superior can be checked off.