fibreDid anyone else grow up doing Sunday Driving? We were regulars. Sunday School and church and a Noon Dinner at the grandparents’ or our own house, then we got into the car and took off into the wilds of the Eastern Upper Peninsula. Sometimes we rented one of Sandy Sanderson’s Cessnas and flew instead but that would be a whole ‘nother story.

The farther back in the woods you could get, the better although it didn’t take too long to get pretty far back in the woods in the Eastern Upper Peninsula. The problem with that is, as a kid, it didn’t take too long for me to get bored hanging out in the back seat looking at trees everywhere. All of those books and art supplies that I had packed got boring faster than lickety-split.

What did *I* want to do? I wanted to go to a store and buy candy and trinkets of course. Isn’t that what you would want to do if you were a kid? Okay, so, what is the next town and when do we get there? The answer would be something like, “Fibre” or “Stalwart” or “Raber”. All of these towns are and were very small, much smaller than our own home city of Sault Ste. Siberia. They did not have “downtowns” like the one in our town where you could walk down Ashmun Street and shop at any number of stores. In most of these little burgs there was *one* store where you could get anything you might need until you had the time to make a trip into the Big City (i.e., the one I lived in). But still, these were towns unknown to me and maybe I could get candy and trinkets?

I love Sunday Drives these days, especially when they are combined with Sunday Hikes or Sunday Slodges or whatever. Nowadays I love being out in the tootlies where all you can see are trees. Still, I am curious about the small towns we drove through when I was a child and the stores I may have visited except that my parents rarely stopped to buy us “stuff” at those places.

This pic is in Fibre. I am not sure when this store closed. I am sure that it was open when I was a child. I know that my dad drove us through Fibre more than a few times when I was a kid, so we probably passed this store when it was still viable but I have never been inside it.

Nowadays, whenever we drive to or from Brook Trout Pond via Rudyard, we drive through Fibre. I always love this drive. I do not exactly know why except that it is a beautiful drive.

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  1. Margaret Says:

    So, is there no store in Fibre, or is it a ghost town? There are many towns like this, especially along the Washington coast (scenic Highway 101)