I still remember when we moved up to Cleveland and experienced our first freeze. We called some local friends and asked at what point would it be a good idea to leave the faucets dripping.
There was this silence on the phone, then a quizzical, "Why?"
And we were like, "To keep the pipes from freezing?"
After about five minutes of hysterical laughter, they assured us we didn't need to do anything so bizarre because in Ohio, they can bury the pipes below the frost line. Then they asked us why they didn't do that in Florida.
"Because is no such thing as a frost line. You go too far down and you're in a swamp, that's why."
Clearly, they never had to deal with burst pipes, either...
The middle of Michigan is very flat. Not Nebraska flat, but flat enough that it's possible to accidentally be driving 120mph because there is nothing to gauge your speed by as you drive past.
the things I see called mountains back east confuse me, on account of them being puny little hill things.
They're just elderly. Your mountains are mere adolescents.
The one saving grace of all the FLAT places I've been is that you get BIG SKY.
My favorite big sky. (And not flat, thanks to the same glaciers responsible for Michigan's Upper Penninsula.)
I also went to a national forest in Idaho once
One of the most awe-inspiring sights I've ever seen was in the Green Mountain National Forest. I was there for a Rainbow Gathering, and went walking off into an unoccupied part of the park. I turned a corner and came upon a massive deadfall the size of two or three football fields, with some Green Mountain peaks behind it. To quote Neil Armstrong (I believe) "Beautiful devastation."
The middle of Michigan is very flat. Not Nebraska flat, but flat enough that it's possible to accidentally be driving 120mph because there is nothing to gauge your speed by as you drive past.
Indeed. I ran into this problem a bit when I was last in Michigan. I started and ended the trip in SE Michigan, but had to drive up to the Traverse City area for the family reunion I was attending. Both ways I had to be really careful to watch my speed.
I don't really get this, and the things I see called mountains back east confuse me, on account of them being puny little hill things.
WORD.
This is a proper vista to me - we're just above the tree line and into alpine tundra. Flat means marsh, in my world (and usually there's mountains on the horizon). I found the landscape along I-35 & I-90 very upsetting for that (and other reasons).
This is a proper vista to me.
Again reminding me that I really need to see Alaska with my own eyes.
