Eerie Hessel

Earlier this month they repaved Cedar Street in front of our house in Hessel, Michigan in the glorious Upper Peninsula. I took a picture a couple hours before dawn the day after the work. This is it:

It's kind of eerie, don't you think? The interesting thing for me is that it reminds me of a recurring dream I had as child. Really. I remember a lone street lamp in the near distance against a black backdrop, with a vehicle parked underneath, not at all unlike the picture. In the dream, there were voices beyond the darkness, and maybe barking dogs, which I could never quite make out. I can almost hear them again looking at this image.

I like the picture, though what inspired me to go outside at around 4 AM to take it I don't know. And I must admit it's weirding me out a little.

Weird Hessel

I know that I'm up here in the off season, so I don't expect a ton of summer activity. But I didn't expect the local pub and grub to be closed.

It's been closed every night I've been here, and it's downright weird to be sitting on my porch and not hearing a thing from that direction (the place is about a city block away). What's even more odd is walking down there at any time of day and into the evening, even later at night, to see no one and no thing. No one in the pub, no cars on the street, nothing. 

When I get a chance I'm going hit the locals about what's going on. The only other Hessel bar is about two miles away and it's closed too. Of course, the casino is open.

I'm sure it's somehow COVID related. But I'd have thought the Upper Peninsula of Michigan would have been beyond that issue by now. But this intrepid reporter will get to the bottom of it. 

Or he won't, because the quiet is nice. Why stir the pot?