So I did as you do in MI when looking for adventure... drive north.
I watched the bland leafless trees turn into green cedar and white pine as I neared where I was going.
The first night Linds joined me. Between wedding planning and trying to find a house in our towns crazy market we both figured a night up north talking about something else for once was much needed. We set up our camp as the sun was going down.
Cracked a few of these.
And watched the stars.
Woke up to this sight.
..and when you wake up to a beautiful river, tailgate french press is in order. Fresh roasted Haitian Blue if available.
A few days later I found myself exploring some new water with Spence. I've lived in Michigan my entire life and theres still more floats I haven't done than I've actually done so it was nice to check another one off my long list.
After about 15 damn portages, I found this fish hanging in some shallow water under his log. The number of good fish I've caught on a fuckn rubber legged wooly bugger, after throwing large articulated stuff all morning still blows my mind.
This one was purty.
Even jumped once for us.
I drove to camp alone at a new spot.
The next day I floated solo on a familiar stretch. Water was beautifully high but would blow me and my 1 man raft past all the spots I wanted to work hard.
So I started noticing the finer things.
Common Grackle's were out, and kingfishers were looking for fry in the sloughs.
I found this guy while looking for mushrooms.
And the turkeys were out in numbers strutting their stuff.
I was thinking to myself how much I rely on nature to find peace and am damn thankful for the public lands we do have.
But now it's back to board studying.