Driving alone in silence through the Upper Peninsula. I haven’t seen a person or a car for the last hundred miles. It’s a whole other world up here. Moose and black bear and beaver dams and men in camouflage stockpiling weapons for Armageddon. I’ve been alone for so long my thoughts are a wreck. But what can you do with all your bullshit hang-ups and hatreds in a landscape this beautiful?