May 16, 2010

Uninhabited and Unnamed Island in the Straits of Mackinac

I sometimes play a mental game when I am near a body of water and I spot an uninhabited island. I imagine what it would be like to claim the island as my own, perhaps constructing a small domicile and then having a place of near-total isolation from the problems of the world.

Such was the case when I gazed out over the Straits of Mackinac and spied the pictured island the other day. This unnamed patch of land is about a half-mile from the northern shore of the Straits on the edge of the shoals, and it appeared to be only a few dozen yards in length (the image was taken with a 12X zoom lens).

This island - which appears as just an insignificant dot on nautical charts of the Straits of Mackinac - would not be well suited for long-term human habitation. In fact, I suspect that all or much of the island might be periodically submerged, as the natural fauna seems to consist only of grasses and small scrub brush. Besides, the Straits of Mackinac produce high winds much of the year, and a person would need to be quite hardy to scratch out a life on this desolate stretch of rock and sand.

And how would a person be able to receive quality HDTV signals on such a technology-challenged rock?


unmitigated me said...

I was getting ready to send you a fleece blanket. I think you'd need an island about 5-6 feet higher, with some taller vegetation for shelter. I have always wanted a little island hideout. I blame Gilligan's Island.

Mad Jack said...

Reality gets in the way. There are islands for sale in the US, mainly in the Florida Keys, but the reality of living on an island comes as a rude awakening to many new owners. There's one key that's changed hands several times. It has a fairly luxurious house on it and several out buildings, but the rap stars that buy it tend not to live on it for long. I suspect the main reason is the old axiom passed along to me by a nameless sailor:

People get on board a sail boat and set off for a tropical port that doesn't really exist. They are looking for the answer to whatever crises they are going through, and not one of them realizes that they won't find anything aboard this ship that they didn't bring along with them.

Now me, for instance, I'm bringing a bottle of bourbon, a pound of pot and Metamorphoses by Ovid.

Dackmont said...

Looks like a good place to go all Ted Nugent, hunt plankton with a bigass crossbow, and refuse to pay taxes 'n stuff.

Come along if you care,
Come along if you dare!