Reflections

In the morning, we woke to a new world. The storm had filled the driveway with waist-high drifts, and the road beyond was unplowed and impassable. Schools were closed, of course. It appeared that nobody was going to work, either.

Twice I’ve been approached by people I didn’t know… who confessed shyly and with kind intentions that they had uprooted their families and moved to northern Michigan because I had written so glowingly about the place in my books.

As the days grow shorter, our urge to get out and explore grows.

When we were about 10 and 8 years old, my brother and I built a trail through the woods.

Birding, mushroom hunting offer memorable experiences.

Children learn to appreciate nature, finer things in life.

Initial discovery fulfills boyhood dream.

A season to be out in the woods enjoying nature.

When I was a kid, one of my favorite things to do was search for backwoods lakes and creeks with my father in his war-surplus Jeep.

Ominous and not-so-ominous changes afoot around Lake Superior.