Over Christmas Liz and I got
the pleasure of meeting her family in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. From
five different states we converged on a cabin on Lake Superior. Everything was
beautifully snow-covered, and generally untouched until we made our way across
it. Tubes were ridden down hills, and snowmobiles were driven down the beach.
It was amazing to see
Superior’s surface constantly changing. One morning it would be full of gently
undulating chunks of ice, and another it would be still and snow-covered as if
it was a white, open field. It seemed to be trying to get comfortable before it
froze over, and settled in for the colder months. And to think I was kayaking
in that white, open field six moths prior.
Ultimately, it was a treat to spend the holiday around family, sitting in front of a fire, and forgetting what day it was
because at the moment it really did not matter.
