I had no idea how to love Michigan until I left her for the first time. And the second. And the third. This last visit to Michigan, though, was a new thing. Usually I visit in the dead of winter, without a vehicle or space that’s my own. My siblings and friends don’t generally exist here in Michigan, and I spend days sitting at my parent’s house waiting for them to come home from work and hang out with me.
The last trip was the opposite of that. But I’ll start with some pictures of the beautiful Pictured Rocks.
I’m a huge fan of the birch and pine tree forests. Although, the doctor in San Francisco says I’m allergic to pine needles. Gin and pine needle tea have been ruled out.
And loved the sandy forest floors. The below tree didn’t used to live on an island, but the water carved through the stone to isolate it from the others. Long detention.
Turns out, the campsites don’t officially open until mid May, which means there’s beautiful and free camping practically on the shores of Lake Superior. It also means parking comes easy and the likelihood of loud neighbors is slim.
I also got to spend some time with a smaller but equally loved lake, Torch.