I have captured only the briefest glimpse into the week I just spent in Lac du Flambeau, Wisconsin. Right by Minocqua.
How can I let you feel the icy lake water on your sun doused skin?
How can I let you hear the rustle of the leaves over the aspens, birches and white pines?
How can I describe the taste of the wintergreen berries which have just been picked on an island?
How can I show you the anxiety the mother loon felt as I paddled too close to her nest, so that she flattened her body over her eggs, and when that didn’t send me on my way, she puffed herself up like a blow fish and glared at me sideways?
Here is the cabin we rent, which was built in the 1930’s (beautiful accommodations you can tell):
However to find it, one must follow road signs such as these (because, apparently, all you need for the name of a road in the North woods is an initial consonant):
Of course, these signs serve practically as a full address:
But, it’s all worth it when I can sit here:
and look at this:
Or, if it rains, as it did Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, I can read on the screened in porch like this:
I am reading Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen (what an awesome book!) and then I beganThe Adventures of Kavalier and Clay for the book club session I’m leading in July. I will post on the first novel tomorrow, or when the laundry gets down, whichever comes first.
At any rate, I hope you can feel, even if only a little bit, how beautiful the North woods are…and Les, I thought of you as I kayaked all over Big Crooked Lake.