Kleenex weather is upon us and hoodies and hats will grace the outdoors once again. My eyes searched the foot path out towards Union Bay, scanning for the victims of the dipping temps., the first fallen leaves that signal autumn. The day was windy, but nothing short of extraordinary, as always promised with any adventure outing in the U.P.
Driftwood boats that ran aground on slate stone faces, red leaves beating out a rythm to my own heart, and stones set so purposefully, you can't deny their intended compositions; the best art gallery to visit is the one that winds through trees and stops at a rocky shoreline.
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