a place to roam and wander with just enough
mystery and random to let the dreams in drive up and around
lake superior until you land in baraga county from there
take the one road, the big one right off of the other main one
and then do the gravel road turn off. i've always gotten
there this way. drawn to the destination, never sure of the
road names. ride down the roads full of potholes and broken
dirt and snow bouncing every car around, until you feel like
you are the lone car on the rollercoaster. even in the summer,
you'll be the only car for miles. if you go to the left you'll
find the gorge, can't remember exactly what it's called but
i found the forest that inspired david lynch and the first
river i swam naked in.
but to the right, this is where you're
going. silver mountain. no road signs will lead you there,
but once you find it, there is a small state parks sign that
let's you know, you are there. the stairs that take you to
the top, where the fire tower once was and art kids still
go to hide from poor and read the stars like tea leaves.
the
stairs are kept up well. but in the winter the railing is
a sheet of ice. once you're up the stairs and the trail marked
by the intuition, the going going going up, you are at the
top and the whole of the upper peninsula is at your feet.
you can crawl and climb and play with the edges of cliffs
and falling when you aren't, but it feels like it. dizzy
with so much tree and oxygen. i have been there in the winter
at midnight, and every place more and less comfortable in
the year.
the clues to find it are here
let me know when you find it
