The U.P.
No it doesn’t stand for ‘Utter Perfection’, although the thought crosses my mind as I turn the pages of my second ‘just because I can’ summer vacation book and take a swig of a local beer while lying in a hammock overlooking Little Manestique Lake. Too much? No. There’s almost nothing at all. To worry about that is.
I’m missing this place and the familiarity of it all. Pages taken from my summer journal this past August, while spending time at the family cottage in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Longing for it once again.
No it doesn’t stand for ‘Utter Perfection’, although the thought crosses my mind as I turn the pages of my second ‘just because I can’ summer vacation book and take a swig of a local beer while lying in a hammock overlooking Little Manestique Lake. Too much? No. There’s almost nothing at all. To worry about that is.
