Miles of smiles

Determined to complete the ten-hour drive within the hours of daylight, carrying Red Canoe from the southernmost tip of Ohio to an unknown cabin on the lakeshore of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, an early morning’s start, by late afternoon, left us giddy with anticipation of a wonderful week.

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And each hour further into a landscape that resembled the north woods of the Northeast, a place I grew to love as a child, made me wonder if I have been imprinted, much as a young animal identifies most strongly with those images to which he is first exposed.
Why the gritty texture beneath my feet or the silhouette of a jagged tree line against the evening sky, still sends the sensation of its being a perfect “fit,” even after years in different surroundings.
And why a place I've never before been, instantly feels like home.

Mackinac Bridge as seen from the U.P.

We amused ourselves imagining conversations involving this interesting display where we stopped to refill our gas tank.

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(Yes, those are 50 lb. bags of carrots!)