I’m researching a guy this morning who loves cross-country skiing and says that the best in the midwest is in Michigan, where he owns a bunch of land. I found most of the land, which is up near Traverse City, on the southern side of Lake Michigan, but I also found one parcel way the hell up on the peninsula, on the north side of the Lake.
Here’s where it gets fun: I couldn’t find an address to attach to the parcel, which is super weird to begin with. So I mapped the parcel number, which gave me a map of a state park – with a restaurant right in the middle of the park, where the parcel number is supposedly located.
What the hell, I thought, maybe there’s a restaurant in the state park and he likes it so well as a stopover when he goes skiing that he bought it. He’s a millionaire, these things happen.
But when I googled the restaurant, let’s call it the Goose Neck, I found that it does exist – and is actually located several hours south of the state park, down in the heart of Michigan.
And when you click on the website of the Goose Neck in Google Maps, it takes you to a campsite in Florida.
I’ve managed to glitch the internet like, four times in the past ten minutes, and am beginning to suspect some kind of conspiracy. Is there a secret diner in the middle of a Michigan state park? Is it operated for some nefarious purpose from a front in southern Michigan? And does it connect, via an alien portal device of some kind, to Tallahassee, Florida?
If I disappear from the internet suddenly, begin the search in the Sault Ste. Marie Forest. (And if you find the Goose Neck, try the Stew and Biscuits plate, apparently it’s their specialty.)