A sort of hippie travelogue By the time you read this, me and my 26’ foot travel trailer home, The Scrapes of Wrath, will be long gone, heading to undisclosed Indiana to spend much of the winter. We spent the last two months just outside Hillsdale, MI at a small campground on Boot Lake, and I’ve been making it a point to not tell everyone where I’m living because in my past life as a union steward I knew too many people. And too often someone would message and want to drop over to smoke one, or worse, they’d just drop by. I love most everyone I know. Love the fuck out of most of humanity, but I’m not an everyday kind of social creature. Never have been, but people rarely understand that.
I know the Hillsdale fairly well and your piece is accurate and right on. I've fished nearby Wilson Lake several times and picked wild asparagus in the area. Good writing, man.
I know the Hillsdale fairly well and your piece is accurate and right on. I've fished nearby Wilson Lake several times and picked wild asparagus in the area. Good writing, man.