A Glimpse of Michigan's Upper Peninsula

Thirsty is the only car on a long straight-away on our way to Marquette. I see something approaching the road from the left and I slow down, thinking it’s a deer with an odd gait.

No…not a deer. It’s an extra-extra-tall, extra-skinny, raggedy-looking German Shepherd with a box on its collar and…<gasp>

It’s a wolf.

Unmistakably a wolf. Wearing a tracking collar.

It’s going after some roadkill on the side of the road. It stares at me and, thankfully, turns instead of crossing in front of me.

I find a place up the road to turn around and go back, but there’s no sign of wolf, nor of the roadkill. A long line of traffic passes, held back by a big tractor-trailer. Little wolf in the passenger seat is oblivious to the drama.

Luckiest woman in the world. Hopefully a lucky wolf, too.