Ocean Of Stars

Its been some days since I've been taken from my blogingness and my technology, but low and behold I always seem to find my way back here again. I don't know whether to sigh in relief or sigh in distraught. Either way I am back home in Granger where I belong...for now.

Friday I had to do some tool and dye work with my brosiff, I was suppose to leave with Scott, Ben, and Megan to go to Frankfort, Michigan. The plan was for us to leave around noonish, as it turns out I don't get done until about 4 or so. At this point I figure all hope is lost and that I missed my opportunity to get away from G-Town for a while. Convinced that they had left without me, I went to Dan's house so he could record "Generation On Prozac" in the back seat of my car. I had to admire Dan for his artistic spin on recording a track for an album. Even though the Flaming Lips have done such a feat, its still just as creative. As we are in his basement transferring music, Dan gets a phone call. It turns out to be Scotty. It turns out they had spent 7 hours looking for me. I never realized how hard of a person I was to get a hold of. Seeing as I don't have a cell phone and all it does make sense though. They hunt me down and basically tell me to go home, pack as little as possible, and we're gettin the hell out of Granger. Sure enough, thats exactly what I did. My vacation, if you will, was under way.

Now going into this, I had no idea what was even in Frankfort. I had no idea that Frankfort even existed. I can say right now, that it is truly the most beautiful place I have personally ever been to. I thank Scott right now for inviting me to go and for waiting for me. I don't remember much on the drive up, but I do remember when we first got there. We drove to the Frankfort Lighthouse Beach and all I remember is being in a state of awe. I had no words to describe what I was seeing. It was truly mind blowing, I fell on the ground out of amazement and wonder. I thought it was the most beautiful clear sky I have ever seen. Only minutes after I was star gazing, Scott told me there was a place even better than this. I'm thinking to myself, how can it get any better? How? He guides us to another beach called Point Betsie. To this date in my life, I will always remember walking onto the beach and looking up to see the vast ocean of stars in the sky. I can only say the word beautiful so many times, and it still doesn't justify what you see. I was actually moved to tears looking up at how wonderous and amazing the spectacle had grown. You could see the milky way, masses of stars, constellations gallore. It is beauty in its truest form. Everyday, we ended back up on Point Betsie to watch the sunset and wait for the waves of stars to crash over our inquisituriently fixed minds. I again fell to the ground on my own free will to take in every star, every moment. It was then I found that I had lost my wallet somewhere. Truth be known, I did not care about my wallet at all. I did, however, need it in order to run my civilized life when I returned. We had to drive back to the other beach to find it just barely covered under the sand, we then returned to Point Betsie to gaze at the stars for hours. Never in my life had I seen so many satellites and shooting stars, it was mind blowing. Everytime I saw a shooting star, I made a wish. I made the same wish for every star that I saw, the wish is for me to keep to myself. Hopefully at least one of them will be answered, and not just collected into a pile of the same lost hope to be neglected and forgotten forever. Being the fun natured individuals we are, we had fun while observing. We somehow got into a discussion about how words that look like another can throw off your whole center of conversation. Take for example the town of Crystallia, the first time Scott saw it he thought it to read "Genitalia". This also works in case of the words, public/pubic and organisms/orgasms. Its just one of those things that happens to the best of us. The last thing I want to mention is how we saw M31 in the sky. M31 is The Andromeda Galaxy, imagine looking at a whole nother galaxy from a tiny little rock in your own massive galaxy.

We couldn't set up a campsite that night, considering it was 3 in the morning, so we went to a little grocery store called Glen's. Glen's can be compared to that of our very own Martin's, only smaller. We see a sign that says 24 hour ATM, so we figure that they're open. We go to see if the door is open and it turns out that they close at midnight. Now let me get his straight, you advertise a 24 ATM machine that is inside of your store but your doors close at midnight until 6 in the morning. Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose. We left there and ask the question, who the fuck is Glen anyway? Fuck Glen. We went to a Shell station that was down the road instead. We just sat in the car for a couple of hours waiting for the sun to rise. We went in and bought some food to eat while we waited. Knowing my past experiences with sleep deprivation, I knew that this sitting was going to be a lot funnier than it should have been. It all started when an old man went to go get some ice from the little ice box outside. He opened it up and looked inside for about a minute or two. Scott was making commentary while he was doing this. "Oh...oh...he's lookin, do we have some ice perhaps? Maybe? Yes, I think...oooo...no, no dice grandpa. Better luck next time you old bastard." Funny stuff right there. Then being a jackass that he can be, Ben put his cappucinno in the ice box. A squirrly little man open the ice box and stumbled into it a little bit. We came to the conclusion the Ben's cappucinno had created a "caffeine induced vortex to suck up pigeon toed fucks". Laughed our asses off a while at that one. Then Scott quetioned a persons gender judging from the back of the head. He thought is was a woman, until I pointed out that it had a beard. It got out of the truck and also was just about 10 feet tall. In my book, it classifys as a man...or bigfoot. The last thing we saw that was funny was a short portly man that had a striking resembalence to Gimli from LOTR. He also could've passed for a short fat Jesus or me in 15 years.

We finally decide to go set up the camp site. We get everything set up and Megan goes ahead and turns in for the night...day. The 3 men had also not had any sleep in about a day or so now, and we decided to go drive around and find something to do. I'm not going to lie, I remember nothing of that car trip. I was slipping in and out of consciencenss for the whole ride. All I remember is thinking about my friends back in Granger. I missed 2 excellent graduation parties and I missed an Elvis impersonator at Pizza King. I was in a better place though, trying to experience different aspects of life. We decided to go back to the site and go ahead to crash for the day. We all needed sleep and it was evident. After about an hour or so of nonstop laughter, we finally get to sleep. We woke up and decided to drive to a huge dune known as Pyramid Point. We make our drive out there and actually end up passing it completely. This turned out to be a good thing though, it led to us ending up in Fishtown. I never imagined that a town populated by fish people could suceed in such ways. I wish there were real fish people. Fishtown is a little town filled with shops and a very atmospherical hotel. I enjoyed it very much, I think that if I could find a job in that town I would live there. We went to a metal structure art museum that was in Fishtown. It was a bunch of very well handcrafted animals and creatures out of metal. The creatures looked like something you would see out of a Tim Burton movie, I can honestly say that if I saw any of those "monsters" in actuality I would ball up in the fetile position and cry. It was amazing. From there we got directions to Pyramid Point. It was about a one mile hike up to the lookout point. It was well worth it. Also one of the most beautiful scenes my eyes have gazed upon. I had the idea to lighten the mood and go ahead and construct myself a giant penis in the sand. I made it so that it looked like it was coming straight off of my body. Megan gave me a hand. *giggle* I think she was having more fun sculpting it than I was. In the process of doing this, I managed to bottle myself some sand from the top of the point. This sand is nothing like that I have ever felt. It is smooth, almost to an ashen sense. Amazing. On the way down from the lookout, we had our encounter with Mitch: the evil bastard garder snake from hell. The sad thing is, he wasn't always evil. Ben picked him up and initvertantly dropped it on its head 4 times. He was pissed, his fangs were out and ready to bite the next honky who laid a hand upon him. We let him go, so we wouldn't get killed. Once again, watched the sunset at Pt. Betsie...still amazing. I found an X-Treme green rock while I was pacing on the water. I picked it up, because for some odd reason it reminded me of something dear to me. The whole scene just made me think a lot. It had me wishing, wishing I had someone to share the feeling of beauty and awe with. Scott showed me a carving he had made last year when he brought his ex-girlfriend up. It was a carving expressing his love to her. I could've done that, I wanted to, but I just kept my thoughts to myself. It made me think a lot about that old poem.

I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name on my hand, but washed it the next day.
I wrote your name on a piece of paper, but I accidetally threw it away.
I wrote your name in my heart, and forever it will stay.

As corny as it may be, it gets a damn good point across. Scott mentioned how there were wild turkeys running around all over. We saw one, Megan could've very well hit one with the car so we could have supper. But no. I said we just should've shot it with an arrow and say we ran him over. We could explain the arrow by saying it was in the turkey when we hit him. His name was Balgury. ARROWED!!! Later that night we went back to Glen's to grab food and a grill. I waited in the car and listened to the seagulls bitch at eachother about food. Seagulls are so pointless. We got some steaks and a grill and headed back for camp. Once again, who the fuck is Glen? Fuck Glen. The last funny thing that happened was Ben went to go take a shit in the outhouse, which I refused to do, he went but he didn't go poop. What amazed us was he came back with a mangled TP roll. Explain that one.

I woke up the folllowing morning and wandered to forest to take a pee. I got lost someway or another and I had to make my way around in a giant circle to find the campsite. The good thing about this was that I discovered a river that we could take a bath in, seeing as we haven't had one yet. There were people there when I discovered it, but hey that never stopped Columbus from bragging about America when he stumbled upon it. On my way back to the site I saw a Smokey the Bear flyer that proclaimed "Care prevents 9/10 forest fires". Call me a donwer, but that means that there is always that 1 chance, that 1 chance that a fire could break out without warning. Thanks Smokey. Scott and I were opening the blueberry pie filling we bought and tasted it. I was half temped to open the tent while Ben and Megan were "doin their thing" in there and just be like, "YOU GUYS HAVE TO TRY THIS SHIT!!". I didn't want to see anything though, let them have their privacy. We left for the lighthouse again to go check out the pier. It was awesome watching the waves crash against the rocks. One time, the guys were lookin over and a wave hit and flew over our heads and engulfed all 3 of us in water. It was PWNAGE to the max. After that we just stood there and accepted the PWNAGE. We headed down to the sand and the 3 of them began to bury me in the sand. They went ahead and gave me boobs and a penis...an erect penis at that. I saw an old man look at me and snicker...he was impressed. I liked the attention of people watching the formation of my penis. It made for quite an interesting experience. The rest of the day was filled with observing hot chicks and watching fat kids get PWN3D by waves. When the sun went down we decided to go ahead and have a beach fire. We gathered wood and got that fire buring nice and beautifully. It was about this time that I was really wishing that Dan and ChelC were there instead of Ben and Megan. Don't get me wrong, I love them to death, its just I think Dan and ChelC would appreciate it more for what it was. I ripped some fence posts out of the ground in order to keep it goin. I'm pretty sure it was illegal to just go ahead and rip posts out of the ground, but I did what I had to. The wind was blowing like a bitch, causing the embers to blow onto my legs, crotch, and face. I have a plethora of little burns of my body now now that damn fire...I was well worth it. That called it a night.

Yesterday morning was the most shitetaclular beginning of all. I rained the night before, and it continued to rain during the night. I woke up and noticed that my crotchal region was dampened to a point of no return. I was puzzled as hell when I felt this. There were a couple things that ran through my mind. 1: How did I piss myself? There is no way I'm 18 years old. 2: Megan is going to be furious when she finds out I peed in her tent. 3: Oh shit, I peed on Scott. He's gonna be pissed. Out of curiousity, just to find what was going on, I placed my hand on my crotch and smelled it. I did this a couple of times. No urine on my watch. As it turns out, the tent just got flooded and I didn't pee on anyone. YIPPEE!! Since we got rained out, we chilled at the gas station again. The night before, an animal had gotten to our bread and started eating it. Judging by the tracks it was a raccoon...or a bear...with racoon size paws. Thats the conclusion I came to at least. We went back to the site and tried to sleep in the car. I finally caved and had to poop like a mother. I had to laugh at the label on the toilet seat which read "Lid Down, Odor Down". For some reason unbeknownst to me, I thought it was funny. That and the time delay on the poop. There was a pinch, pause, and plop. It was very amusing. While I was in there, I noticed a poem on the wall and I wrote it down. Went like this:

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, whish thou danst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth us clear, whatever is, is right.
-Alexander Pope

I thought it was very interesting indeed. I came back and Scott was all sprawled out in the back seat. I had no choice but to sleep on the picnic table. Yea...that worked. We just chilled on the beach all day, waiting for the breathtaking fireworks display. We watched some more kids get PWN3D by random acts of stupidiness. We watched a lone seagull on the beach, he looked like he was wasted out of his mind. We just named him Cristoff the piss drunk seagull. There was also a bus there named "The Wolf's Den". It was an actual school bus that was transformed to look like a wooden your bus. I peaked inside the door and man was that thing badass. Anyway, we stayed and watched the best spectacle of fireworks I have ever witnessed it truly was beautiful. Once again, it made me think, wish, and want to have someone to have and to hold to share the moment with. It was good nonetheless. After that, we packed our goods and we left paradise. Nothing exciting on the ride home other than i had my head out the window and I swallowed a giant ass moth. I thought Scott was gonna die laughing. It was a good get away overall.

So now here I am, sleep deprived, grizzly, a little smelly, with a side of Trent Yeoman. I'm glad to be home. The stars made me appreciate life a lot more than I do already. I'll always remember just looking up and seing nothing but stars and hearing nothing but waves. Its those things that remind me just how wonderful this world can be. Miss me no more, I'm back with a passion.