Steve Hamilton - Misery Bay
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Misery Bay
Steve Hamilton
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
It is the third night of January, two hours past midnight, and everyone is in bed except this man. He is young and theres no earthly reason for him to be here on this shoreline piled with snow with a freezing wind coming in off of Lake Superior, the air so cold here in this lonely place, cold enough to burn a mans skin until he becomes numb and can no longer feel anything at all.
But he is here in this abandoned dead end near the waters edge, twenty-six miles from his home near the college. Twenty-six miles from his warm bed. He is outside his car, with the drivers side door still open and the only light the glow of the dashboard. The headlights are off. The engine is still running.
He is facing the lake, the endless expanse of water. It is not frozen because a small river feeds into the lake here and the motion is enough to keep the ice from forming. A miracle in itself, because otherwise this place feels like the coldest place in the whole world.
The rope is tight around his neck. He swings only slightly in the wind from the lake. The snow will come soon and it will cover the ground along with the car and the crown of his lifeless head.
He will hang here from the branch of this tree for almost thirty-six hours, until his car runs out of gas and the battery dies and his face turns blue from the cold. A man on a snowmobile will finally see him through the trees. Hell make a call on his cell phone and an hour later two deputies will arrive on the scene and the young man will be lowered to the ground.
On that night, I know nothing of this young man or this young mans death. Or what may have led him to tie that noose and to slip it around his neck. I am not there to see it, God knows, and I wont even hear of it until three months later. I live on the shores of the same lake but it would take me five hours to find this place they call Misery Bay. Five hours of driving down empty roads with a good map to find a part of the lake Id never even heard of.
Thats how big this lake is.
***Its not the biggest lake in the world. You guys do know that, right?
The man was wearing a pink snowmobile suit. He didnt sound like he was from downstate Michigan. Probably Chicago, or one of the rich suburbs just outside of Chicago. The snowmobile suit probably set him back at least five hundred dollars, one of those space-age polymer waterproof-but-breathable suits you find in a catalog, and Im sure the color was listed as coral or shrimp or sea foam or some such thing. But to me it was as pink as a girls nursery.
I mean, I dont want to be a jerk about it and all, but thats all I hear up here. How goddamned big Lake Superior is and how its the biggest, deepest lake in the world. You guys know its not, right? Thats all Im saying.
Jackie stopped wiping the glass he was holding. Jackie Connery, the owner of the place, looking and sounding for all time like he just stepped red-faced off a fishing boat from the Outer Hebrides, even if hed been living here in the Upper Peninsula for over forty years now. Jackie Connery, the man who still drove across the bridge once a week to buy me the real thing, Molson Canadian, brewed in Canada. Not the crap they bottle here in the States and criminally try to pass off as the same thing.
Jackie Connery, the man who wasnt born here, who didnt grow up here. The man who still couldnt cope with the long winters, even after forty years. The one man you did not want to poke with a sharp stick in January or February or March. Or any kind of stick, sharp or dull. Not until the sun came out and he could at least imitate a normal human being again.
Whats that youre saying now? He was looking at the man in the pink snowmobile suit with a Popeye squint in his right eye. The poor man had no idea what that look meant.
Im just saying, you know, to set the record straight. Lake Superior is not the biggest lake in the world. Or the deepest.
Jackie put the glass down and stepped forward. So which particular lake, pray tell, are you going to suggest is bigger?
The man leaned back on his stool, maybe two inches.
Well, technically, that would be the Caspian Sea.
I thought we were talking about lakes.
Technically speaking. Thats what Im saying. The Caspian Sea is technically a lake and not a sea.
And its bigger than Lake Superior.
Yes, the man said. Definitely.
The water in the Caspian Sea, Jackie said, is it saltwater or fresh?
The man swallowed. Its saltwater.
Okay, then. If its technically a lake, then its the biggest, deepest saltwater lake in the world. Apples and oranges, am I right? Can we agree on that much?
Jackie turned, and the man should have let it go. But he didnt.
Well, actually, no.
Jackie stopped.
Lake Baikal, the man said. In Russia. Thats fresh water. And its way deeper than Lake Superior.
In Russia, you said? Is that where it is?
Lake Baikal, yes. I dont know if it has a bigger surface area, but I know its got a lot more water in it. Like twice as much as Lake Superior. So really, in that respect, its twice as big.
Jackie nodded his head, like this was actually an interesting fact he had just learned instead of the most ridiculous statement ever uttered by a human being. It would have been like somebody telling him that Mexico is actually more Scottish than Scotland.
I was sitting by the fireplace, of course. On a cold morning on the last day of March, after cutting some wood and touching up the road with my plow, where else would I be? But either way I was close enough to hear the whole exchange, and right about then I was hoping wed all find a way to end it peacefully.
The man in the pink snowmobile suit started fishing for his wallet. Jackie raised a hand to stop him.
Dont even bother, sir. Your moneys no good here.
The man looked over at me this time, as if I could actually help him.
A man as smart as you, Jackie said, itll be my honor to buy you a drink.
Well, okay, but come on, dont you-
Are you riding today?
Uh, yeah, the man said, looking down at his suit. Like what the hell else would he be doing?
Silly me. Of course you are. So why dont you head back on out there while we still have some snow left.
It is pretty light this year. Must be global warming or something.
Global warming, now. So you mean like our winter might last ten months instead of eleven? Is that the idea? Youre like a walking library of knowledge, I swear.
Listen, is there a problem here? Because I dont-
No, no, Jackie said. No problem. You go on out and enjoy your ride. In fact, you know what? I hear theyve got a lot more snow in Russia this year. Up by that real big lake. What was it called again?
The man didnt answer.
Lake Baikal, I said.
I wasnt talking to you, Alex.
Just trying to help.
Im leaving, the man said, already halfway to the door. And I wont be back.
When you get to that lake, do me a favor, huh? Im still not convinced its deeper, so can you drive your snowmobile and let it sink to the bottom with you still on it? You think you could do that? Id really appreciate it.
The man slammed the door behind him. Another drinking man turned away for life, not that hed have any other place to go in Paradise, Michigan. Jackie picked up his towel and threw it at me. I ignored him and turned back to the fire.
They have long, long winters up here. Did I mention that yet? By the time the end of March drags around, everyones just a few degrees past crazy. Not just Jackie.
***The sun was trying to come out as I was driving back up my road. It was an old unpaved logging road, with banks of snow lingering on either side. When the snow started to melt, the road would turn to mud and Id have a whole new set of problems to deal with. By the time it dried out, it would be time for black fly season.
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