Day Six and Seven

I kinda mixed up days five and six in my last post, without telling you guys, sorry.

Anyway, last post was getting there and the beginning half of the following day. This post is gonna be the second half of that day and then leaving the city.

After working with Lukas, a guy from the community, trimming the tree in the garden, gathering up apples, and digging up hard clay from the new garden lot, I got cleaned up and ate dinner with Jim Pool. While I really enjoyed getting to know the community folk, meeting Noreen Bryant's pastor friend is the main reason I came through Detroit.

He was a really cool guy. We didn't really talk about anything incredibly deep, but we had a good conversation about our common interests in coffee and books we both like to read. Then we watched the beginning of the Return of the Jedi with Jim's six year old son. It was just a very chill way to spend an evening, and I really enjoyed meeting Jim.

After I got back to the community house (called the Garden House) I had my second super long conversation with one of the guys there named Vicente, mostly about way, way too deep topics, like the underlying purpose of music and Marxism. He's a tad better read on the subject than I am, but it was certainly an interesting discussion.

The next morning (after far, far too little sleep) I decided to bundle up, brave the wind, and take the highway to Muskegeon to save on time that I didn't have to catch the ferry.

It was the right, because even on the highway, which is always an adventure, I just barely made it to the ferry.

Riding on the highway is kind of a game in its own right, always moving from large wind-blocking vehicle to the next. Its entertaining, but takes a lot of awareness and is kind of tiring.

I'm sure I missed some interesting stopping points along the way, but as I said, I wouldn't really have had time to check them out anyway. I did of course have time to get lost and ask a gas station attendant how to get back on track...

Back to the ferry, I got to board with a group of Canadian bikers, all on very large, very nice, very expensive looking Harley Davidson motorcycles. They were intimidating looking, but my bike decided to break the ice and not start when it was time for my to board... I'd just left the gas off, so it wasn't a big deal and I quickly got her going and aboard the ship, but it was clear that I wasn't terribly experienced. They were nice about it though and helped me tie down my bike once I'd gotten about. Canadians always seem to be nice people.

The ferry ride was pretty nice. I think I could be sailor. I've always found the rocking of boats to be really soothing and it was a pretty day for it.

Getting off the ferry was a bit less dramatic than boarding, though the other bikers had to help get the tie downs off too (the mechanisms got stuck! It wasn't my fault!)and I was off the Emily Zabel's house. Getting there was pretty easy, and so far Milwaukee seems to have decent roads comparatively.

I really need to keep better track of phone numbers...

They weren't home when I got there, and I had no number to call, so I had to bug Mom while she was leading an Alpha meeting...

Eventually through playing phone tag with mom and then Mrs. Hamel, and then finally to Emily. It was overly complicated, but eventually I got in, haha.

Thus another day of my journey comes to an end. Its was a good day.