**In the interest of full disclosure, there may be some slightly inappropriate content at the end of this post. My children have seen these pictures, but you may not want yours to see them. Just sayin'. And I promise this will be the last time anything like this ever occurs on this blog again.**
This is the post about our sabbatical that could practically write itself. As we spent time getting to know the Northwoods, we started to notice some pretty, shall we say, interesting, sights. Coming from the land of the A-type personality where every "i" is dotted and every "t" is crossed, it was refreshing to spend a little time in a place where that kind of thing doesn't much matter.
Our journey begins on a road. A single road with not much else around it. B and I were driving to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan one day (lest you think that was a far trek, it really only took about 45 minutes to get to our destination) when he looked down and saw this on his GPS:
You know you're in the middle of nowhere when your GPS shows no other roads . . . or landmarks . . . or even a rest stop for goodness sake!
As our journey continued, we drove through the town of Watersmeet, MI, a welcoming sort of town.
But what struck us as so funny was that this is the only place in the world that is actually PROUD to be called the Nimrods! In fact, it's plastered all over town--even on the side of the high school.
Of course my husband had to research the meaning behind the word Nimrod thinking that for sure there had to be something more to the pride these people had in their name. I could have told him a Nimrod was a dolt, a dufus, a dummy, but no, he had to go and prove me wrong. The original meaning of the word was a mighty hunter, but these days, thanks to popular culture, most people think of a Nimrod the way I do.
They might want to consider a name change. Just sayin'.
On our way up to the U.P., we passed a sign that made my head turn. In fact, I saw it for a brief second, but wasn't really sure I had seen what I thought I saw. If I had really seen what I thought I saw, this was for sure going to be blog fodder for quite some time.
So on the way home we looked and looked and finally found it--the sign that made us laugh until we cried.
As my husband said, "Because you just can't get any better than pizza and chips made by a ho!"
Just in case you're wondering where you can get such delicious delicacies by such highly specialized chefs, you'll find your "ho-made" wonders at a place called Buckshots Saloon.
Finally (and here's where you might want to shield the eyes of your children), on our way to dinner one night, we were driving down the road when we drove past a bar which, I remarked, was usually quite crowded. "Hmmmm. Must be good," we both mused.
As we came a little closer, we saw an unusual sight looming from the back of a pickup truck in the parking lot.
We were driving quickly past, but suddenly our heads shot around to take another look. For the second time on this trip we found ourselves wondering, "Was what we think we saw really what we saw??"
My quick-thinking hubby laughed and said, "Wait a minute! What was that? I've gotta go back and see this!" So he turned the car around and drove past the bar a second time.
We drove into the parking lot to get a better look (and to get a few pictures) and found this:
But the best part was that I wasn't the only person taking pictures that night.
There's just nothing more to say about that.
We loved our time in Northwoods. And we thank them all for the many moments of hilarity.
"And much, much more."
So let's speculate. Where would YOU put a sculpture like that? Where do you think it was going?