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I return to my childhood cabin in the Upper Peninsula each year, like salmon to the streams of their beginnings.
Kathy Steen
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The adventure of finding our Betsie River cottage.
Annis Pratt
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Recalling a childhood in the hill country of Charlevoix County.
Mychele Capelin
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Chance encounters, even non-momentous ones, add richness to our lives, as this Cheboygan day reveals.
Frank Hill
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From there I could watch the house without my parents seeing me, to see how long it took for them to miss me and begin crying to the cherry gods
for my return.
Emily Betz Tyra
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The porch was the origin of trust, imagination and the closeness.
Emily Betz Tyra
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An essay about the power of water in the writer's life and the compass it provides to Lake Michigan and home.
Jaime Delp
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An essay that remembers a young boy's quest for buried treasure in his Roger City backyard, left by imagined pirates on Lake Huron.
Ken Marten
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The simple pleasure and calm to a hook, a line, a bobber and an inland lake that is shared throughout the generations.
Bob Butz
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Spending every summer at the cottage on the farm meant eating strawberries fresh, everyday, all week long.
Emily Betz Tyra
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