The place that I wish I lived in
would be Iron Mountain, Michigan. An odd place coming from somebody who has
lived in Mississippi their entire life, I know. I once was given the
opportunity to visit Iron Mountain when I was married. My ex-husband Dan surprised
me with a trip so I could get away from Mississippi. The trip was set to be a 5
day trip, 2 days of driving and 3 days stay in Iron Mountain, MI.
The reason why my ex-husband Dan
went was because he wanted to go hunting and had heard from a family member
that there was a wide variety of animals that you could potentially hunt for in
that general region of the country. We left Mississippi and drove through the
beautiful jagged terrain of Tennessee. Then we passed through the small
mountain state of Kentucky, where the air is probably the cleanest air in the
country. After that we cut across the endless corn fields that make up the
state of Indiana. Next we moseyed along north into the surprisingly desolate
fielded state of Illinois and endured some of the craziest driving in the north
when we hurried through Chicago, IL. After Illinois we were awestruck at the
most gorgeous yet simple beauty that you can only see in Wisconsin. And finally
we were in Iron Mountain, Michigan… after what ended up being near 24 hour drive.
One piece of advice that I can
never stress upon anybody going that far up north, dress very warm because it
is well below 0 degrees up there! When we finally arrived we met up with my
ex-husband’s family to stay with them in their amazing 5 bedroom oak cabin. We
had an excellent dinner with them (elk strips, potatoes, and Jane’s specially
spiced broccoli!) and went to bed early so Dan could be able to go hunting
bright and early with his family. We also had plans for us all to sightsee
around Iron Mountain once the guys were done hunting for the morning, only to
have to put off the tour of the town until later due to the fact my ex-husband
killed his very first moose!!!
Iron Mountain, MI was a very small
town. The population was set at around 900 in the county. We all had lunch at a
location that once served as Al Capone’s alcohol brewery during the Prohibition
era, which still had all of the bullet holes in the wall from when the Federal
Agents had shot up the building in effort to kill Capone on at least one
occasion. Furthermore, there is no official sources that will accredit the
upper peninsula of Michigan as the prime spot for any of the alcohol brewing
during Prohibition… the closest that they do come to naming Iron Mountain as
such a place is by saying that Capone was making and brewing alcohol from
Canada and transporting it through the great lakes into the US. The people in
the area were devoted Christians mostly that believed that they lived in
probably the nicest part of the country, despite our claims that they have not
seen nice until they come down south and stay there for awhile. The scenery was
almost entirely wooded mountain terrain that was nested around 70 miles from
Canada.
After a few days of hunting, some
more of the best food I have ever eaten, more nice people to meet, and a lot
more to learn we had to come back home. Another day from the time we left Iron
Mountain, MI we were back home. Despite the fun we had up north and an amazing
experience, from that point on I looked at where I lived and felt more at home
then I ever recall feeling before I went on that trip.