Road Trip

Mid-West Photo Journal: Part 2, MICHIGAN

I don´t know what first comes to mind when you hear the word "Michigan". I tend to think of industrial decline, Motown music and Sufjan Stevens, whose music I first got into by listening to his 2003 album "Michigan" (the singer-songwriter himself hails from Detroit). 

My first exploration of the Mid-West continued with a three day jaunt  into Michigan, which is less than an hour away from Fremont, my base in Ohio. We set off early in Jess's PT Cruiser and crossed into Michigan just by Toledo. After a couple of hours driving down the highway, we arrived in our first stop of Ann Arbor by mid-morning. Ann Arbor is on the edge of the Detroit metropolitan area. I had been frequently warned by people not to travel to Detroit as it is apparently America's most dangerous city. That still doesn't put me off wanting to visit (in fact it makes me curious to visit even more). However, this trip we decided to skip Detroit and make this brief stop in the much more genteel small university town. Our main reason was to stop for some good coffee. We certainly found this at the confidently-named Mighty Good Coffee in downtown area, and after a good cappuccino from experienced and friendly baristas, we wandered around the downtown area taking in some of the atmosphere before staying on for lunch at a great little hole-in-the-wall place which served some tasty Tacos for $2 on Tuesdays. 

Our journey continued as we decided to head of the highway and hit the back lanes of southern Michigan as we drove towards our destination of Grand Rapids. Southern Michigan is flat like NW Ohio, but with a bit more variation in scenery, a few rolling hills here and there, pretty farms and a lot more trees. 

After taking a few wrong turnings here and there, ending up at one point in the car park of an old people's home (where Jess jokingly threatened to leave me) we eventually found our way to Grand Rapids just as it was getting dark. We had randomly decided to make this the destination of our road trip after reading about the good coffee and craft beer. We had also found some amazing hosts on couchsurfing, Phillip and Loralee, who welcomed us like old friends with an incredibly tasty meal and local craft ale. They had also lived a summer in a remote part of the Westfjords of  Iceland (see my blog on the West Fjords here: http://www.nordicadventurer.com/blog/2016/2/13/beyond-route-1-the-westfjords) and they were some of the most incredibly hospitable and talented people you could even hope to meet. 

 

After a very relaxed night of food and conversation, the next day we headed out to explore Grand Rapids. Having just one full day in a city is sometimes challenging. There are so many options of things to do but on a limited budget and wanting also to relax, we tried not to over-stretch ourselves. We parked around the old historical district and found some beautiful old houses like this one: 

We then walked to the downtown area. We found a bright and joyful wall mural, interesting churches, big glass buildings with amazing reflections and a riverside park with great views of the city. We stopped for our obligatory cup of joe at Madcap Coffee, with its minimalist designs and efficient staff, before moving onto what I had been looking forward to the most: a visit to the now legendary Founders Brewery. A few months before I had sampled my first Founders IPA in bar in Finland and was blown away. Now I was at the source. We passed on the brewery tour due to money and time constraints, but had a great pint in the brewery bar. 

 

In the evening we were taken out by our hosts for an Ethiopian meal at a local place which I would have walked straight past due to its unpromising exterior, but this is where it pays to know locals. The food was top class, leaving me wished I had something so cheap but so good round the corner from me in Iceland..

Philip shared with us his incredible documentary about the village of Flateyri in Iceland which was a joint production with his wife Loralee, who is also an uber-gifted artist, and whose paintings adorned the walls of their east-side apartment. 

You can check out the film here on Philip's website: http://www.stonekeyfilms.com/ 

And please check out Loralee's artwork too here: http://loraleegrace.tumblr.com/

After a wonderful two nights with our new friends, we headed back to Ohio, but taking a significant detour to pop over to see the Lake Michigan coast on the west side of the state. (The east side borders on Lake Erie and Lake Huron while the North borders Lake Superior. In the words of a bumper sticker I saw recently- "Four out of Five Great Lakes prefer Michigan"). 

The nearest point to view the lake was at Kirk Park, directly west of Grand Rapids. The park is set on a steep bank descending to a beautiful small sandy beach where you can feel the warm sand around your toes as the tide laps gently towards you. Lake Michigan is certainly a lot bluer than Lake Erie, and at least at this point, feels more remote and less industrialised. We wished we had time to stop here all day, but unfortunately had to make the return trip after a few hours.

After a long five or six hour drive back, through the wonderfully named Kalamazoo where we unsuccessfully tried to find coffee and Jackson where we unsuccessfully tried to find good food, we made it home late. The next morning we had to get up extremely early to take some of Jess's good friends to Detroit airport, back in Michigan once again. After getting confused with Highway junctions on the way back and accidently ending up driving into some kind of crime scene in Romulus, we made it back to Ohio where we were in time to see the sun rise over the Maumee River in Toledo and Perrysburg..

 

The third instalment of this blog series later this week will focus on a road trip down to the South of the USA, through Indiana, Kentucky and Tennessee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beyond Route 1: The Westfjords of Iceland

In the last two blog posts, I have been describing my journey with good friends around the "ring road" in Iceland. I left off in the East of Iceland, where our car broke down and we stayed a lot longer than anticipated. 

We then hurriedly continued our trip, which we had to cut short a little. We made a whistlestop visit to Europe's most powerful waterfall, Dettifoss:

From here our route took us through the fishing village of Húsavik, the beautiful town of Akureyri, the biggest town in the north, where we stopped with some friends for a few nights, and then through some more pretty fishing villages at Ólafsfjörður, Siglufjörður, and the stunning infinity outdoor thermal pool at Hofsós. Regrettably, I have no photos from this stretch. I will have to return and do a feature on the north of Iceland sometime soon, it really is incredible. 

My photo blog picks up again as we departed from the well-worn tarmac of Route 1, as it misses out a part of Iceland which really is un-missable. 

The West Fjords are the remotest part of Iceland. On the map they look a little like antlers or the fire breathing head of a fat, stumpy dragon. The area is made up of a multitude of fjords cutting, long watery incisions into the landscape at every possible opportunity. This makes for long road trips as the road often winds its way around the whole of the fjord without a crossing point. The length of time it takes to drive out to any significant settlements adds to that feeling that you really are in a remote part of earth. 

Our Westfjords adventure started with an overnight stay in a village called Borðeyri, a place which is really just a collection of neglected-looking houses and workshops, and has a population of just 25.  It is right at the end of a long, eerie fjord called Hrútafjörður. We stayed the night at a place we discovered online after realising we wouldn't make the whole journey from Akureyri to our next  desination at Barðaströnd in one day. The Tangahús guesthouse didn't look too promising from the outside, BUT was a wonderful, clean and cosy little place on the inside. More evidence, if you need it, that you should never judge a book by its cover. It was on a little parcel of land that jutted out into the fjord, and therefore had this amazing view: 

View from Borðeyri

View from Borðeyri

After a restful night's sleep we began what was a magnificent day's driving. After a few hours, the drama of the Westfjords truly opens up. Our trip took us along the southern part of the fjords, on a day in which we saw no less than 12 fjords in one day. The road curves and winds, ascends and descends, with some parts surfaced and other parts just dirt tracks. They are gradually surfacing this whole route and putting crossings at the entrances to the fjords in places to cut the journey time. But adventure is being sacrificed for convenience, as so often happens in our increasingly shrinking world.  I know that in a few years that feeling of driving down remote, dirty roads with a dust cloud behind you and not a tourist in sight will be a fading memory, so I decided to enjoy it while it lasts. 

We eventually arrived at our destination, the summer house of some friends who kindly let us stay there for a few nights. It's located in the beautiful Barðaströnd area. Just two minutes walk from the house, right on the coast is the perfect little swimming pool. There are outdoor thermal swimming pools all around Iceland, waiting to be discovered, the quirkier the better. The pool is surrounded by a low chicken-wire fence, and during opening hours an honesty box is left for you to pay the admission charge of ISK 500. Just behind the pool is a natural hot pot, carved into the rock with stunning views over the fjord:

The following day was our only full day in the Westfjords, so we made the most of it by visiting the village of Patreksfjörður in the morning, about 40 minutes drive further on from where we were staying. The village is on the fjord of the same, and is titled after St Patrick of Ireland, who was the spiritual guide of the first settler in the area, Örlyggur Hrappsson.

From there we continued on towards the cliffs at Látrabjarg, through some beautifully moody low-lying cloud: 

It takes a while to travel the dirt track to Látrabjarg, the road is narrow and precarious in places with quite a few potholes, and together with the low cloud, makes driving a challenge.

Látrabjarg is the westernmost point not only of Iceland, but of mainland Europe (excluding the Azores, the Portugese remote islands in the middle of the Atlantic). A little lighthouse perches precariously at this point, and for a few minutes we enjoyed being the westernmost people in the whole continent. 

We shared this experience with a colony of puffins, for whom the Látrabjarg cliffs must be something akin to paradise. 

 

The cliffs themselves are now my favourite spot in the whole of Iceland. It is Europe's largest bird cliff and at its peak rises a massive 440 metres from the crashing waves below. I can imagine that the original settlers would have been in awe and dread of these huge cliffs approaching from the sea, and is a most fitting gateway to Europe from the west. It was cold and very windy when we walked along there, but that is not unusual for Iceland. If you can get yourself to Iceland, then it is an  imperative to make the effort to go to the Westfjords. Just keep it a secret between us, ok? 

To purchase some of these photos or others, please check out the West Fjords page on this website: 

http://www.nordicadventurer.com/west-fjords/