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Jonny and I live in the southeast section of Michigan — driving distance to Detroit, Port Huron, 7+ malls, multiple beaches, 10+ supermarkets, and approximately 8,000 fast food establishments. We’re used to accessing everything (except for healthcare, immigration information, and Raising Cane’s) with relative ease. The Upper Peninsula of Michigan is over 300 miles north, across a 5-mile bridge, and lacking easy access to everything. It’s beautiful, it’s bizarre, and it’s the closest to being Bear Grylls I’ve ever felt.
For my 25th birthday, I decided to take us camping in the U.P. for a change of pace, some quality time, and new sights. Though I was born and raised in Michigan, I’d never been to the U.P. Jonny, who has only lived in the States for 10 months, obviously hadn’t been either. (I should also point out here that Jonny does not like camping.)
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