3/19/2021
Roscommon, MI
It’s 2am and nobody calls me, even though I’m still awake. I guess I have different friends than Alanis Morissette. Gob and I roll into our campsite, which I have reserved online in an overabundance of caution. Of course, there is nobody else there. Who else is crazy enough to go camping in the winter in the middle of a pandemic? I put the van in park and climb into the back where Gob has already warmed up my spot (read: he is hogging the blankets). We sleep soundly until about 7:30 when Gob spots a cat. There is no falling back asleep, so I crawl back into the front seat and we go in search of the lake. We find it, and we are not disappointed.
I assumed our trail for the day would start from the lake, as this was the only “day use” parking lot I had seen. I was wrong. So back in the car we go, a short jaunt down the road. We are still alone in this park. Gob is thrilled, because that means he gets his long leash.
The trail starts as a “fitness loop”. I am filled with an immense desire to return decked in 80’s workout glam to complete the circuit a la the family depicted on the dedication sign.
It feels a little strange hiking in a nursery full of deliberately planted trees. Stranger yet to hike through an active logging zone. But the perfect grid of trees makes for lovely pictures.
Be the birch standing out of place in the forest full of pines.
And just to prove that I did actually bring Gob with me:
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