For someone with my addiction to constant motion, I sure seem to have a problem with change. For the past year, you might have noticed a drop-off in posts here. It’s not for lack of material. I didn’t know what it was, actually, until a few things recently made it clear. Life doesn’t always keep up with the pace of the story we’re trying to tell about ourselves.
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Henry Rowe Schoolcraft had a lot to be proud of, no question. With little formal schooling, he picked up the family glasswork business and even published an academic paper on it. On the side, he studied mineralogy under the private instruction of a local professor, who praised his scientific aptitude. When his glass business went bankrupt, he headed west and joined another Easterner in testing the Missouri territory for mining potential. This won him a gig on the Cass Expedition, exploring the wild and mysterious Upper Peninsula.
Summer here makes you forget there ever was a winter. The northern latitudes make for long days that make it seem like life here is, and never was anything but, dragonflies whizzing among wildflowers, their colors vibrating in air clear as glass. The world looks fresh as clothes hung to dry on a line. Read more
After six months worshipping at the feet of Lake Superior, we’ve begun our initiation rite: a three-day, 30-mile pilgrimage along the most iconic shoreline stretch of the Upper Peninsula.
Fellow nomads, meet Ricky.
A big band singer talks about heartbreak, the best place to write a song, and why it never hurts to read yesterday’s paper.
Bryan builds a fire the way ranchers herd cattle, the way generals study a map, the way God created the earth.
Whether told around a table of loved ones, on a movie screen, or even in a series of YouTube fails, the story of how holiday plans turn spectacularly wacky is a perennial favorite.