Outside my window on 901 Houghton Ave there is a bird who in the morning calls a little song, wee-woo. As Curtis and Basil and I finally set off on our trip to California leaving Houghton behind the wee-woo brid was calling at me. Anyhow, Day 1, arguably the longest day of our journey though the back roads of the UP, Wisconsin and Minnesota before finally reaching one long and…