random marquette musings

So, here we are in Marquette. We saw this little fellow on a drive the other day

We've noticed that at sunset, there are super dark violet and blue colors in the sky, unlike any we have seen anywhere on our travels

The Landmark Inn, in Marquette had Amelia Earhart as a guest before  she died.  It's said that her ghost makes the occasional visit in Room 502. Guests have reported witnessing flickering lights and odd noises from under the bed

We have also noticed that when one drives from the southern shore of the U.P. to the northern shore, there really isn't anything to look at other than pine trees and robins.  The drive looks the same no matter which direction one is headed.  Once one gets into a town of sorts, be prepared to be passed by the drivers who literally floor it everywhere they go.  

An authentic pasty is much drier than one would expect. 

Every store contains massive amounts of liquor.  

Good luck finding a turkey burger.  That's it for now.