Dumb Tourists
Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 6:39 pm
I really don't know why I'm posting this now, but it's a funny little anecdote that occured a few years ago when me and my family were visiting Mackinac Island, Michigan. Here goes...
As I said before, a few years ago, we were on Mackinac Island, which is a great place to visit if any of you ever get to this side of the continent (or the world for that matter). There's a lot of history there, including a fort dating from the late 1700s, and it really makes it come alive in the fact that no cars have been allowed on the island since 1905, and the only ways to get around are by walking, biking, or taking horse drawn carriages. Not to mention the fudge there is the best I've ever tasted.
Now back to the story. We took along our bikes and went to the far side of the island, then up a road that was built on the path that the British army took when the British took over the island during the War of 1812. Eventually, the road passed by the site of a battle in which American forces attempted to take back the island in 1814, but were driven back. On the site of the battle, there is a Michigan historic plaque that describes the battle. We stopped for a moment to read it. Another group of people had stopped as well, and were also reading it.
Now before I go on, I will describe what was surrounding the plaque. It stood in a small clearing by the side of the road, which was probably only about 20 feet across, and cut 10 feet into the bush surrounding it, back from the road. There were also two park benches beside it.
Eventually, the other group stopped reading, and one of them remarked, and I kid you not, "Well that looks pretty small to be a battlefield, don't you think?"
And then, the other responded, "Well you've gotta remember, people was a lot smaller back then."
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As I said before, a few years ago, we were on Mackinac Island, which is a great place to visit if any of you ever get to this side of the continent (or the world for that matter). There's a lot of history there, including a fort dating from the late 1700s, and it really makes it come alive in the fact that no cars have been allowed on the island since 1905, and the only ways to get around are by walking, biking, or taking horse drawn carriages. Not to mention the fudge there is the best I've ever tasted.
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Now back to the story. We took along our bikes and went to the far side of the island, then up a road that was built on the path that the British army took when the British took over the island during the War of 1812. Eventually, the road passed by the site of a battle in which American forces attempted to take back the island in 1814, but were driven back. On the site of the battle, there is a Michigan historic plaque that describes the battle. We stopped for a moment to read it. Another group of people had stopped as well, and were also reading it.
Now before I go on, I will describe what was surrounding the plaque. It stood in a small clearing by the side of the road, which was probably only about 20 feet across, and cut 10 feet into the bush surrounding it, back from the road. There were also two park benches beside it.
Eventually, the other group stopped reading, and one of them remarked, and I kid you not, "Well that looks pretty small to be a battlefield, don't you think?"
And then, the other responded, "Well you've gotta remember, people was a lot smaller back then."
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![roll_laugh ^**lylgh](./images/smilies/lachliegen.gif)
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