From Up North to North of North

In Michigan there is a certain one-upmanship involved with being up north. People in the northern lower peninsula (LP) look down upon the people of lower LP and people in the upper peninsula (UP) look down upon all the people of the LP. They like to call the LP Troll Land, because like in the fairy tale, they live under a bridge. In this case the Mackinac Bridge. This false sense of superiority is belied by the largest of the Great Lakes—Superior, which in the original French refers not to any moral superiority, but the position of that lake on a map relative of all of the other Great Lakes.

All of this discussion is preamble to an introduction of the new Netflix Canadian comedy series, North of North. This new series debuted last year on CBC, Aboriginal Peoples Television Network (APTN) and Netflix and has been renewed for a second season. Anna Lambe plays Siaja, a young Inuk woman in the small fictional Canadian Arctic community of Ice Cove, on Prince of Wales Island in Nunavut. North of North, while fictional, is heavily inspired by small Inuit communities in the Arctic. I have watched its first two episodes and enjoyed both. This sweet show does not forge new comedy frontiers; its familiar tropes are cast in a new light.

Detroit City ➔ Detour City ➔ the Lou

Children of the Corn

We left the Detroit area relatively early. Good thing, because when we hit Ohio things got crazy. In addition to being constantly asked to narc on the cops, we kept being sent on spurious detours. I don’t know why both of our phones were giving out bogus navigation instructions. If it was just Anne’s phone, I would attribute these problems to her soon to be replaced iPhone. But my phone was also susceptible. The first detour was the one captured in the above corn field GIF. Because Google detected a construction backup, we were sent hither and yon through the cornfields to avoid this delay. As we barreled past cornfields down a one lane road, we occasionally caught glimpses of traffic still on the highway, still moving quite nicely, thank you very much. We were eventually routed back to the highway, only to encounter a real construction delay. Frustrated by the bedevilment of this malicious AI 🤖, we detoured ourselves this time and manually navigated around the worst of the delay.

Later in Indianapolis, this evil AI attempted to rout us off of the highway and onto downtown city streets, at lunch hour. We ignored the AI’s persistent and erroneous recommendations and made it through town just fine by following the same route we have driven many times before. There was a lot of construction going on, so it was with some trepidation that we charted our own course. This same situation happened again on our way into Saint Louis. For some reason the AI wanted us to take city streets through downtown during rush hour. I could plainly see that there were no traffic delays and we pressed on home. What a horror story!

Deep Fried Oreo Cookies

We finally left the cabin today. On our way south, we passed a couple of circus truck that were also headed south. Around Flint a bunch more were rendezvoused at a rest stop. I got a picture of this fried Oreo food truck. This dessert intrigued me and I looked it up and got a screen shot of one above. Fast forward to Ann Arbor. On our final approach Anne discovered that a restaurant in town serves this dessert, the Black Pearl. After dinner at Grizzly Peak, we walked over there and got an order to share with Harry. He seemed to enjoy it and Anne after repeatedly telling me not to get one for her. She ate it anyway and liked, but is still too prideful to admit it.