Saturday, January 10, 2009

Rich B. Responds to Stu's comments on "Cross Over The LIne."

Well said.

I did not get to know that line until the 80's when I discovered northern Michigan. That "line," the Arizona desert, the forests and gorges of the Daniel Boone National Forest in Tennessee and Kentucky are places I get that feeling of "I'm home;" those are places to go where there are no concerns about bills to be paid, or a lawn that needs mowing, or stacks of papers that need grading. The stunning vistas as you crest a hill on I-75 just north of Grayling, the elk near Vanderbilt, then Indian River, Burt Lake and the "Y" camp, and on across "The Bridge" into the strange world of the UP draw me every year. Friends have introduced us to the world of Drummond Island in the UP. Another place where the nights are crisp, cold, and clear with a sky filled with stars and the woods are, as Mr. Frost said, dark and lovely and deep. I was walking the Seney Trail when I came upon a pile of warm, steaming bear scat, heard rustling in the berry patch by the Fox River and decided it was time to turn around. I was hiking the North Country Trial near Brevort Lake when I surprised a huge buck, and he,me, and he gave a shrill whistle I had never before heard a deer make. Andy's Seney Bar, snowshoeing through the Seney National Wildlife Refuge and seeing a owl watching me with unblinking eyes, 4 wheeling the snow covered road hugging the shore line of Lake Superior between Grand Maris and Munising , spending a week with my son in Jim Lagoe's cabin just outside Seney; all memories that came from crossing over the line.


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