NORTH ON OLD HIGHWAY 51

Route 51 is the old road number for a highway that runs north-south for 1,286 miles. Most of it has now been swallowed by various interstate numbers. In Wisconsin it’s the I-39 and it runs off the map between Hurley, Wisconsin and Ironwood, Michigan, in UPer country. Get off the I system at the forgotten small towns along the route and you might still find some sign of what it was like to travel the main road up to the cabin in the north woods.

The southern end of old Highway 51 ends in Laplace, Louisiana, a little outside of New Orleans. I had a client that lived in southern Louisiana. We always chatted away like neighbors over a thousand mile long fence that ran down our road.

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I’ve been driving past this old sign on and off for 13 years and finally decided to take a photo before it disappeared completely. I’ve enhanced it so the puzzle is almost legible. Have fun guessing, let me know what you think.

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Heading north on County Highway CX, one remnant of old Highway 51 in Marquette County, Wisconsin, the old highway has already split three times since leaving Portage. I-39 pretty much gutted the villages closest to the interstate and left their shells to stand as ghost towns. Gone are the old community cafe, gas stations, and local grocers. Vacant lots litter main streets, side by side with boarded over, empty store fronts, some with faded plaques of more recent business failures. Driving north on old Highway 51 and looking for life is like grasping at the wind. The old road is part of a vanishing America.

http://www.explorehwy51.com/

http://www.wisconsinhighways.org/listings/WiscHwys50-59.html#US-051

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OLD AS DIRT

Big Bluestem Prairie

Grass tall as a first settler’s horse’s back

Still high enough to switch

Summer flies from long birds’ seeking cover

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Man once thrived by words

Or ancient lore

And dreamed of wealth and immortality

For centuries adrift or marching to imagined lands

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Now we’re all connected

By electronic instant chat, cable, games, politics

And immortality lives and dies

By avatar, text, or news

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Human nature is ironic

In that it learns to first control

And then ignore

Until financial profits make reasonable a reconfigure of the original

Low dam impoundment that forms Wisconsin's Grand River Marsh Wildlife Refuge

On prairies lost and buried

Civilization advances, argues, stumbles and rises again

While current life pulses in and out by schedule

Tied to roads as lifelines and main arteries

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Earth is as old as dirt

Fountains’ of Youth a delusional paradise

But prairie lands under soaring wings

Not perfect, but nearer visions in my brain

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I am sad that so much land

Has been taken, sucked, and drained, plowed, and paved

Linger soul, amid a patch of forlorn or half-reborn prairie

And disconnect from microchips and satellite links

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Understand a circle’s been completed

When old land’s been repaired, and salvaged

Only half is truly given back

Lost are friends forever that used to shelter there

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They only dwell on lists, or shelves, photos, paint, or books

Under categories extinct, endangered, threatened

Spaces left are filled by species not our own

From garden, sky, water, land, invading what’s unique

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This planet’s been through changes

But nothing so destructive than that which greed has done

Through fifty thousand years or more we lived

Without all values in a wallet and none as old as dirt

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Blog editorial content and photography copyright of Charly Makray-Rice … Please ask permission before reposting. Thank you.