Yesterday, Tom and the dogs and I headed up north to our cottage for a few days.
We're enjoying time on the lake . . . watching the baby loon learn to dive, marveling at the grace of herons, endlessly throwing toys for the dogs to retrieve in the water, trying out my new stand-up paddle board. It's quiet and comfortable and remote.
Although . . .
Turns out not all that remote, really. After all, we have (spotty) cellular service up north at the cottage. And (slow-ish) wifi. We can stream Netflix. And that keeps us connected with the world at large.
Next week, though? We're headed beyond Up North . . . to WAY Up North.*
On Sunday, we leave for Beaver Island (the northernmost island in Lake Michigan). We've rented a cottage right on the lake for a week, which will be incredibly beautiful and so cool and sure-to-be-relaxing.
But . . . now we're talking Remote. Because there is no cellular service. No wifi. No television at all. Just a landline for emergencies.
And I can't wait!
(Although I'm sure I'll have some Google-withdrawal.)
Enjoy next week -- and we'll catch up when I return.
* And, of course, it's all a matter of perspective. Because there's the whole of Michigan's Upper Peninsula even farther Up North!