#ontonagon

[mikelogan]

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[clairity-org]

Presque Isle, Porcupine Mountains 8/28/23 by Sharon Mollerus

[daysinayear2015]

Day 256: September 12, 2024

Saying bye to Lake Superior. Ontonagon, MI.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Street scene in Ontonagon, MI, US

American vintage postcard

[corgiboobs]

The Ontonagon Lighthouse in Michigan from May 2023.

[jmpphoto]

Agate Falls by James Marvin Phelps Via Flickr: Agate Falls Ontonagon River Ontonagon County Michigan Agate Falls plunges 39 feet down the rugged landscape of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where the Middle Branch of the Ontonagon River carves its way from the Bond Falls Flowage toward the vast expanse of Lake Superior. Along its journey, the river drops an astonishing 875 feet, with Agate Falls marking one of the most dramatic descents. Here, the river cascades over a resilient sandstone shelf, a natural stage where the power of water meets ancient rock—a scene that captures the wild beauty of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.

[dailylighthouse]

Ontonagon Lighthouse

Ontonagon, Michigan, United States

Source: Wikimedia Commons | Wikimedia Commons

Constructed: 1853

Automated: 1964

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[kaijuno]

Northern lights over the Lake Superior shoreline last night at 10:30 in Ontonagon.

[fleds]

file ¹ devon kapshaw.

layer ¹ statistics.

name: devon   anne kapshaw.     nicknames,     aliases:     dev.     age:     25.    date     of     birth:     august   23rd.     place     of     birth:     ontonagon county, michigan.     zodiac: virgo. nationality:     american.     gender:     trans woman.     pronouns:     she/they.     sexual     orientation:     bisexual.     romantic     orientation:     biromantic.     occupation:     housekeeper at heartbreak hotel.     

layer ² seen.

handfuls of cash and coins stuffed into your pockets, cookies wrapped in a napkin ; provisions made for little smiles, creaky   wooden  stairs, looking over your shoulder,  a breeze drifting through an open window, smiles that don't quite reach the eyes, hypervigilance,  all   your  belongings   fitting   in one duffel,   watching  strangers,   a lawn overgrown,   empty decaying billboards,  grief  buried,  heavy  rain,   mini alcohol shooters,   all  things  cherished.

layer ³ headcannons.

came into redcreek under the protection of night, no moving van, no boxes, just the thrum of an old pickup.

hasn't been here long, and doesn't plan on staying long either. just needs a couple of things: money, shelter and a place where she can lay low. saw redcreek and figured it was just as good as place as any. couldn't be more wrong.

knows absolutely nothing about what's happened here. will probably shit herself if she finds out. especially since she spent the last little life her car has getting her here and can't really afford to get back on the road and push it.

came here with her baby sister, who's probably the one thing keeping her going.

is on the run. but we don't talk about that.

just your regular ole stranger. i swear it. :)

layer ⁴ wc.

everything and i'm not kidding. specifics coming soon ok?

[mistresskayla-blog1]

A Superior Find

Lyn's Writing Event Day 3

May 3rd : Week 1:  Wendigo 

Characters: Dr Scott White & OC (Mika Awi-Mino Deh D’eh) Aka Mika Deer-heart       

“Deer with a strong heart” (Ojibwe)

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Sleepwalker

Word count: 1.0k ++

Location: Gwinn, Ontonagon (MI – US) “Superior State”

OC Character based off a real Ojibwe metal sculptor Louise Solomon “Likeness”

Warnings: nightmares, dark content, dreams, hallucinations, tremors, fear, native american lore,

Deep in the forest of the Superior state, Mika tossed and turned on her pillow, fighting off the sweating and trembling sensations in her limbs as a large glistening black skinned creature is chasing her in her dream. The deepness of the winter had sunken into the cabin and she was alone again, the fire out and her thoughts swimming as she sat up in bed panting and clutching her chest. A frosty breath resounded from her mouth as she tried to claim the fresh air into her lungs. She looked at her hands and they were shaking uncontrollably. Was she shivering or still coming out of that dream? Her skin was cool and clammy, and she peeled off her shirt and padded to the shower to start it up hot. She reset the pilot on a potbelly furnace and started the peat for an ignitor.  Smoke gushed out of the vent; she stepped back coughing. Waving her hands and covering her mouth with her arm, the taste was ashy and acrid. She heard the shift of the water heater and walked away from the stove allowing it to warm the space, flipping the haft toggle bar to make sure the flew was open to the chimney.

She had had enough sunny days to go without a little bit. Residual heat from the other space heaters was enough, but today the chill was there, and it clung to her like her shirt had, a deep embrace. Mika stepped into the clawfoot tub and pulled the shower curtain with a scratchy noise against the metal bar above her. The water hit her skin and flayed off a layer, she cursed out loud and turned it down, letting the steam seep into her lungs, and the water finally to warm her, but not burn her. She checked for marks all over her body, again, this creature came to her, and she did not know what it meant, her great grandmother had said that such a creature meant famine long ago, and she certainly didn’t need that omen.

There were shallow scratches on her arms and hips, but she didn’t remember it getting that close to her. The thought made her shiver under the hot tap, and once she felt clean, she stepped out and toweled off, heading back to the bed. She pulled open a wardrobe hutch, a squeak of the hinge on the door let her know it was still unearthly quiet in this space for morning. She looked up out the paned glass of the windows, the sash was open, so what light was here poured in. The wind was still outside and the snow was crisp, white and calm. Nothing was stirring, not even the birds or squirrels, and that gave Mika an uneasy feeling. This deep in the woods she could always count on the animals to tell her when things were safe.

Mike got dressed and yanked the phone charger out of her phone, scrolling to find the clinic number. Finding Dr John Whitehorn on her “recents” gave her a pause. Maybe she was crazy. She knew he wouldn’t treat her that way, but still, it niggled in her mind, that something was off.

The phone rang as she waited, “John Whitehorn” Mika paused, “Hey Doctor, “ He responded immediately, “Mika, my dear, how are you feeling, did that tea work at all?”

Mika looked over towards the kitchenette, “Sorry, no. I forgot to try it. He came again, or it. And I think it is getting closer. I woke up with scratches.  How does that happen?”

John, “Well, that is a progression, (frowns audibly) we should have you come in. I know a specialist in California that can help. I’ll call him and then we will schedule time for you to come in, alright? Try to eat and do some activities that remind you on being awake, get outside, its supposed to hit the 30s today”.  Mika hmm-d against his tone, “Yeah I will try that. Thanks Doc”. 

“My pleasure. I will call you soon”, Dr John said, hanging up the call and immediately placing a call to Dr Scott White at the Henderson Sleep Institute in Los Palos, California.  

---

Scott was at his desk when his cell phone rang, it startled him a second, he was lost in thought about a client, and sipped his coffee for the morning. It was early, but late for his shift was nearly over. When you work in a sleep clinic you rarely have the night off. Scott picked it up, “Scott White”, Scott said, a male voice on the other end spoke immediately, “Dr White? This is John from the Sacred Heart Clinic in her in Gwinn,” Scott nodded, “Sure, yes, John. How are you, how can I help?”

“Look, I have a patient, Mika and she is having some very strong somatic responses and I was wondering if you had some time to come out and see us here for, maybe a week?” Dr John was hopeful sounding as he paused waiting for Scott to answer.

“What sort of disturbances? What are her symptoms?" Scott asked. John paused, as if looking at notes, Scott heard shuffling, “Sweating, nausea, tremors, and now she has visible scratches on her arms and hips” Scott’s eyes dilated slightly in the resounding pause, “I see. That is quite a unique disturbance. And she is where exactly?”  John answered, “She lives up in the woods here, about 20 miles from the towns. She’s an artist so she likes seclusion, but I think it is getting to her. Our winters up north here can last 6 months or more”.  Scott looked thoughtful, scribbling some notes on a pad in front of him, “Right, well that certainly can’t help matters. How long has she been having these disturbances?”  John, blew out some air, “Oh gosh, Id have to check my notes, but since last year I suppose, its been building. Off and on. She really doesn’t contact me too often. I go up and see her at least once a month, or have her come down” Scott cleared his throat, “I’m sorry are you her primary physician then?” 

John responded, “Yes, here on the reservation, there are only 4 of us accredited in the Western way, so I specialize in psychiatry, sleep, and general practice”.  Scott nodded again, taken in the information. He opened a calendar on his desktop, “I could be there in a few days, if you think she will hold until then”.   John, “Fine, fine. I will make an appointment to have her come down from the hills, no problem. She maybe be a little skittish, but its just the Wendigo spooking her. We’ll see you on Friday then?” John was about to ring off when Scott stopped him, “Did you say the Wendigo, like the lore of the Deer man?”  John smiled proudly, “Yes, you know of our native stories?” Scott spoke carefully, “He appears in dreams and in the flesh haunting people in the wood. I remember reading something back in college. Sleep myths are kind of a hobby of mine, (smirks)”.  “Well that’s great, then she will be in good hands, we will see you on Friday. Pack heavy we’ve got 8 more inches expected that night. Ill send you an email with details on how to get here from the city (referring to Marquette)”. John chuckled and hung up. Scott looked at his computer and down at his notes, “tremors and scratches” he mumbled to himself, “Hmm”.

(More to come... stay tuned.... )

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[clairity-org]

Presque Isle, Porcupine Mountains 8/28/23 by Sharon Mollerus

[daysinayear2015]

Day 255: September 11, 2024

Running the Porkies with Andy. Ontonagon, MI.

[commodorez]

I am in Ontonagon MI, putting PETTILmobile together. We stopped by your booth at the 2021 VCF East.

Right on, glad you could make it. Best of luck with the PETTILmobile project.

[passengerpigeons]

The masses of fallen earth,—the blasted trees, which lie prostrate at the foot of the bluffs, or hang in a threatening posture above,—the elevation of the banks,—the rapidity and noise of the stream, present such a mixed character of wildness, ruin, and sterility, s to render it one of the most rugged views in nature. [...] One cannot help fancying that he has gone to the end of the earth, and beyond the boundaries appointed for the residence of man. Every object tells us that is is a region alike unfavourable to the productions of the animal and vegetable kingdom; and we shudder in casting our eyes over the frightful wreck of trees, and the confused groups of falling-in banks and shattered stones. Yet we have only to ascend these bluffs to behold hills more rugged and elevated; and dark hemlock forests, and yawning gulfs more dreary, more forbidding to the eye.

Henry R. Schoolcraft, Narrative Journal of Travels, Through the Northwestern Regions of the United States Extending from Detroit Through the Great Chain of American Lakes, to the Source of the Mississippi River. Chapter 6, "Visit to the Copper Mines." [on the Ontonagon River, Upper Peninsula, Mich.]

[jmpphoto]

Bond Falls by James Marvin Phelps Via Flickr: Bond Falls Ontonagon River Ontonagon County Michigan Bond Falls Scenic Site in Michigan is nestled in the western Upper Peninsula of Michigan. The falls, cascading over a series of ancient volcanic rock ledges, create a spectacular display of rushing water and mist, especially after heavy rainfall. Surrounded by lush forests, the falls are framed by vibrant green in the summer and stunning shades of red, orange, and yellow in the autumn. The gentle roar of the water, combined with the fresh forest air, makes Bond Falls a must-see spot for photographers, hikers, and nature enthusiasts seeking a peaceful yet inspiring experience.

[dailylighthouse]

Fourteen Mile Point Lighthouse

Ontonagon, Michigan, United States

Source: Wikimedia Commons

Constructed: 1894 ?

Automated: 1940

Decommissioned: 1945

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