When we pulled up to the entrance of Porcupine Mountains Wilderness State Park at the western edge of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula (where the sun lies to you about bedtime), the rangers said that they thought we had already arrived since there was someone in our campsite. One of them went dashing off in a pickup truck to reconnoiter the situation, and in the end, they took care of it.
As we were watching the folks who were in our spot pack up and move to a new spot, there was a knock on the car window. I rolled it down, and a woman with a smile on her face said, “Hi! We’re the other Vistabule.”
This was only momentarily confusing, as I followed where she was pointing (to the site immediately adjacent to the one being evacuated for us), and there was another silver teardrop just like ours, although their Outback was blue to our white.
Two of a kind right next to each other there in the Porkies. Who would’ve thunk it?