Most people wouldn’t think of November in the U.P. as beautiful.
It is.
My daughter and her daughter (16 months old) came away to the quiet with me. I’ve been writing, looking deep into the forest, staring at more stars than anyone in Illinois could ever see and rocking a sweet little one. We have had unusually warm weather and sunny skies. Gitche-gumee is a deep cold blue blending to green in the shallows. The next time I’m here the snows will have come.
This was a good time to be here.
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