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It was good to be back in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, to feel the cool breeze and smell the pine and cedar. It is an exquisite loneliness gazing at the stars in the darkness of the far north. There are no street lights to compromise the glow of the stars, no trucks to break the midnight stillness - Just the occasional train whistle to mark the passing of time toward eternity. The move went well and we arrived safely to our new home. Many hands made for quick work and our things were quickly moved into the house next to the church.
There was only one small problem that we encountered. When we went into the basement of the parsonage, we discovered a large bear that was hibernating there. A quick Deacon meeting was called, and the Trustees were assigned to take care of the problem. After a hasty assessment of the situation, they set about to rectify the situation. Using duct tape they secured the paws and the mouth of the bear, just to be safe. Then the bear was dragged up the steps and out of the parsonage and loaded it into the back of my dad’s pickup truck. Wally had generously volunteered to drop the bear off back in the swamp near the warming shack. They took some rope and tied the bear securely into the back of dad’s truck. Dad left with my uncle Harold, driving north on the highway to bring the bear to it’s new home.
But about half way there the bear woke up from its winter slumber. In a panic, it managed to wriggle out of the duct tape and began to frantically look for an exit from the enclosed truck bed. Dad heard the commotion and pulled off to the side of the road. Before he could get out of the truck, the bear busted out of the back door of the camper and began to run for the woods. Unfortunately the rope was still tied to the bear and the camper, and when he came to the end of the rope the camper was ripped right off of the truck, flipping it upside down. But the rope held and the bear began to run toward the woods dragging the upside down camper behind it. Well, both dad and Harold weren’t about to lose the camper, so they took off after the bear as fast as they could move – which wasn’t very fast. But they managed to slide into the camper before the bear really got going. They were last seen riding behind the bear somewhere in the western edge of the county.
But we’re not worried – that’s just how things go up here in the UP.
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You write well, I could see it all happen cleary.
I like where you said the train whistle was the only mark of time. That line was very poetic.
Good job.