Tag: U.P.

We Know When to Quit

We didn’t press on. We turned back. It was the wise thing to do. Even if we had to turn our truck around on a narrow dirt logging road with shoulders made of deep soft sand. I had to get out of the truck… Continue Reading “We Know When to Quit”

Writing in the Little Fire House

I bought my ancient laptop a little house so it can come outside with me. There were simpler models but the foil-like canopy sold me. It has the air of a fire shelter. Maybe we could put the cat in it if wildfires flare… Continue Reading “Writing in the Little Fire House”

Blaney Park

I don’t feel sorry for old things the way some people do. It doesn’t make me sad that people don’t want to stay here anymore, that these cabins have been empty for thirty years, maybe more. The place looks like it has no regrets,… Continue Reading “Blaney Park”

The Perfect Paddle and the Perfect Tree

We are driving down Old Seney Road, a shortcut between Lake Nawakwa and H-58 which will take us back to our house on Lake Superior. We have been canoeing on Lake Nawakwa, a very big lake with almost no houses on it, deep with… Continue Reading “The Perfect Paddle and the Perfect Tree”