I'm just back from a whirlwind trip Up North with my friend Joey. I'm doing a travel story for the paper (it'll run next summer, but had to be reported now), so we drove up on Wednesday, spent one night in a cabin, and drove back yesterday. A lot of driving for a short amount of time in my favorite place in the world, but so worth it.
Living room? Bedroom? Ha. But oh it was the sweetest, sweetest place.
The waterfall pounded outside our door. Out back was a firepit, with sky-blue adirondack chairs, where we built a bonfire and stared up at the Milky Way, brighter than I've seen it in years.
Earlier in the evening, we walked down to the rocky beach of Lake Superior and sat on sun-warmed rocks and watched two yellow Labs swim out, again and again, after tennis balls.