in my teens and 20’s, i wrote in a journal almost daily. i would describe in detail where i was, what i was doing so that when i read it later on in life, i would be able to go right back to that very place. and it worked. so i’m going to do the same here.
last week i posted about beautiful door county, wisconsin. well, i haven’t even left my new home state and can post again about “UP NORTH.” this isn’t my first time up north. in fact, we’ve been going up north since i was a kid living in michigan.
that phrase means something totally different to my dallas and texas friends than it does to my wisconsin friends. so come with me to where i am right now…
go on. close your eyes.
ok, can’t read and close your eyes at the same time. i get it. read on…
it’s 7am on sunday morning. i’m sitting in my favorite reclining leather chair in front of a big picture window.
it’s 60 degrees and the end of july. i am listening to the massive eagle mamas (or dads, geez, i don’t know!) talk to their babies.
i’m watching the eagles fly around – like that is just normal to see. caught one with my camera:
we’re at a place, i would call my very happiest of all places. up north. in this case, we’re in a town my husband and i will never be able to spell without help: minocqua.
that is to give you an overview. we’re about 3 hours north of madison. here is a better view:
we’re talking lake after lake after lake (called a chain, because many of them are connected)
this is such a different kind of place. for example, it’s not a one week vacation that forever lives in your head afterward (nothing wrong with those!)
this is where i truly feel appreciation for our country, God and a place that is just part of who you are. if you have a place up north and are reading this right now, please leave a comment at the bottom if you agree or add to what i’m trying to describe.
this does a good job:
back to me describing what’s going on right now. so i don’t forget…
coffee just finished brewing in the kitchen that is a couple rooms over. that faint, welcoming smell is amplified by the cool summer morning breeze whafting in from the picture window. the sound of birds waking up, eagle babies screaming and just now i can hear a motor boat in the distance getting closer.
ROF and i dream about having a place up here or near hear or…just north someday. where we can play euchre (another freaking word we can’t ever spell!) with our friends placing bets with apple pie shots, heading to one of a million supper clubs like we went to this weekend:
what is strange about my love of up north is that i’m a big city girl. having lived 11 years in downtown chicago, i could (and have) written about the joys of the big city.
but in my ripe old age, i’m leaning towards the north. but i tell you… nothing beats both! going between the action of the big city and the serene up north is something people have done for ages. a girl can dream.
have a great sunday!