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Letters 10-20-2014

Doctor Dan? After several email conversations with Rep. Benishek, he has confirmed that he doesn’t have a clue of what he does. Here’s why...

In Favor Of Our Parks [Traverse] City Proposal 1 is a creative way to improve our city parks without using our tax dollars. By using a small portion of our oil and gas royalties from the Brown Bridge Trust Fund, our parks can be improved for our children and grandchildren.

From January 1970 Popular Mechanics: “Drastic climate changes will occur within the next 50 years if the use of fossil fuels keeps rising at current rates.” That warning comes from Eugene K. Peterson of the Department of the Interior’s Bureau of Land Management.

Newcomers Might Leave: Recently we had guests from India who came over as students with the plan to stay in America. He has a master’s degree in engineering and she is doing her residency in Chicago and plans to specialize in oncology. They talked very candidly about American politics and said that after observing...

Someone Is You: On Sept 21, I joined the 400,000 who took to the streets of New York in the People’s Climate March, followed by a UN Climate Summit and many speeches. On October 13, the Pentagon issued a report calling climate change a significant threat to national security requiring immediate action. How do we move from marches, speeches and reports to meaningful work on this problem? In NYC I read a sign with a simple answer...

Necessary To Pay: Last fall, Grand Traverse voters authorized a new tax to fix roads. It is good, it is necessary.

The Real Reasons for Wolf Hunt: I have really been surprised that no one has been commenting on the true reason for the wolf hunt. All this effort has not been expended so 23 wolves can be killed each year. Instead this manufactured controversy about the wolf hunt has been very carefully crafted to get Proposal 14-2 passed.

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The Best of Northern Michigan is Still Out There

Robert Downes - March 4th, 2004
Each year I like to go winter camping in the Pigeon River Forest when the temperatures creep up past a balmy 25 degrees or so.
This year was no different. Although it rained all the way from Traverse City to the forest on the far side of Vanderbilt, the skies dried up and the snow started falling just after I arrived. By a lucky coincidence, three snowshoers from Charlevoix happened by as I was shoveling out a campsite and suggested that a snow cave might be a good way to go for the evening.
And they were right. After scooping out the center of a monster pile of snow and throwing some branches and a tarp over the top, I was snug as an eskimo pie in a Fridgidere that night, albeit in an arctic sleeping bag rated for -20 below zero. Out in the woods, only the deep hoot of a hunting owl haunted the night.
I love the Pigeon River Forest because it‘s one of the last wild places we‘re blessed with here in Northern Michigan. It‘s not quite “wild as the devil“ as young Ernest Hemingway claimed when flushed a bear while camping along the Black River in his teenage years -- the timber here is second growth from the lumberjack‘s axe and you can often hear the buzz of snowmobiles in the distance. But it‘s still wild enough for a city slicker like me.
Skiing along the next day, the top of a 100-foot red pine exploded with the sound of three huge turkeys taking flight. Later, a chickadee debated whether to land on my shoulder as I stopped for water running out of a pipe at a campground. And although I‘ve never seen an elk, their footprints often meander through the snows west of the Pigeon River. Each year I go back, hoping to spot the herd far out by Grass Lake or the lost ghost town of Cornwall, never really caring that I miss them. Those elk will provide a good excuse to go camping again next year. Or maybe to even hike the 75-mile High Country Pathway, which wanders around the forest between Atlanta and Wolverine.
I‘m tempted to say you don‘t know what you‘re missing, because the best of Northern Michigan is out where few people go: the Pigeon River Forest, the backcountry of the Sleeping Bear Dunes, Lake Michigan‘s island archipelago and a half-dozen other places that will go unnamed. Many times I‘ve had virtually the whole of the Pierce Stocking ski trail at the Dunes or the Munsey Lakes Trail near Ranch Rudolf entirely to myself on a sunny day, knowing that the big box stores and malls in town are packed to the gills.
This isn‘t registered as a complaint -- it‘s just an observation that we live in a woodland paradise, blessed with some of the finest lakes, beaches and trails in the world, yet relatively few of us ever venture out to enjoy them. I know that I‘m 100 times more likely to see our local environmentalists at a coffee shop in town than I am in 10 years of hiking through the forests of the region or walking miles of empty beaches along Lake Michigan.
The same phenomenon is true for local entertainment. Years ago, I noticed that the same core group of 500 people or so turned out for all of the Interlochen shows, local plays and concerts in town -- same faces every time. That‘s still basically true, although their numbers have grown and different places have different constituencies. The crowd at Streeters, for instance, probably won‘t be in attendance the next time the Canadian Brass plays Interlochen, and vice-versa for the next time Static-X hits town. The only time you ever see an entire town in the region turn out for anything en masse is the Fourth of July fireworks.
It all gets down to different strokes for different folks. Each night on the evening news, I see hundreds of people enjoying local high school basketball, football and hockey games. I can‘t imagine attending such an event unless you had a child on the team, but high school sports are the main entertainment in our region outside of television, enjoyed by the majority of those who live here. That‘s what represents the “best“ for them -- a happy, safe place for kids to grow up, pursuing goals which are still as innocent and energetic as a bouncing ball.
I‘m often amazed lately that Northern Michigan hasn‘t become a complete wreck with all of the development that‘s gone on here over the past 10 years or so. Somehow, you can still find the good things about our region close at hand -- you can still see the good things we have so clearly. I‘m just glad, reflecting on this “Best of Northern Michigan“ issue, that we still have so many good things to go around.
 
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