Field Report 030: Lake Superior
I may have mentioned this before, but we visited the North Shore of Lake Superior on a regular basis, multiple times a year, as I was growing up. It is a place that has shaped a lot of who I am. And so I go there often in my mind, wherever I may be in the world.
One of the hardest things about living elsewhere is that I can’t run up there like I used to. Until this past weekend, it had been over two years since my last visit.
I’m still on a jet lag schedule, getting up around 5 am and going to bed at 10pm. But I don’t mind, actually. Up there I sleep in the porch, which is surrounded on three sides by paned glass windows. There is a little desk for me to work at and a sofa with a view of the lake. I woke up extra early one night—something like 4 am—and the stars were incredible; super bright, all the way down to the horizon of the water. That kind of beauty and stillness is impressive, we all know that. But to be right there, experiencing it in the moment…it really is like experiencing it for the first time. As superkuhl as Berlin might be, it doesn’t even come close to inducing this kind of awe and heart-melting excitement for me. Should something be done about that?