Why leave a place you love? Because it's so great to go back, and you never take it for granted. I love my rustic camp on the northern border, on the shores of Huron Bay. But I left it last month for the east coast, then the west coast, and back to the east coast. … Continue reading Change Is Good
In three months, I might see a tiny sprout. In three years, I might be able to plant it. In three decades, it might look like a tree. By then, I may be dead. But the seeds I've planted will develop roots and grow tall. Eventually, some will create new seeds, and then new trees. … Continue reading Harvesting Seeds
Our first construction project at Camp Many Moons stretches over 90', rises about 10', and is made of local hemlock. Our fabulous new fence! And we put it up all by ourselves. So satisfying. Why a fence when we live remotely, you ask? Because it isn't that remote. Yes, we have 300 feet of waterfront, … Continue reading The Fence
Mainship Many Moons left Camp Many Moons over a week ago and sits in a marina about 8 miles' drive away, awaiting her lift-out date. We miss seeing it anchored off-shore and spending the night on board. But we aren't mourning. So much to do -- and fun to have -- at the camp which … Continue reading Happy Land Lubbers
I write tonight from chilly and foggy Whitefish Point, infamous for the nearby sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald, which juts out like a claw into Lake Superior. A foghorn blasts loudly nearby. We were here exactly 11 months ago -- on August 5, 2021 -- just six days into this grand adventure. How strange to … Continue reading The Soo & Whitefish Pt. (Replay)
The waterfront path at my camp is the first thing I cleared after buying the land. It's lined with stumps, every 20 feet or so -- with foreign words on them. You may be stumped by this! Let me explain. Some people are content to look at a pretty scene. I want to feel it. … Continue reading Stumped? I’m Finnish!
It's 65 feet of wood planks. It sits on the frame of an old house trailer. It rides on wheels so it can roll in or out of the water as needed. On nice days, it's the centerpiece of Camp Many Moons. It plays many roles: a place to read, or visit, or tie up … Continue reading The Dock
I've always been aware of the moon -- its phase, its arc, its pull. Even more so here at Camp Many Moons! I gave this place its name for three reasons. 1. It was the nickname my brother gave me. 2. It suggests a Native American connection. 3. I want the retreat we've developed here … Continue reading (Many) Moons
On the south end of Camp Many Moons, the waterfront is interrupted by a small inlet. The waters of Huron Bay ebb and flow here. The sand does, too. Sand is a remarkable medium, both adaptable and resilient. It shifts as nature or humans require, never losing its elemental nature even as its appearances changes. … Continue reading Shifting Sands
Do you ever have a "foggy head" that isn't caused by illness? You know, that feeling when you can't quite focus. Sometimes it's dense and oppressive, and sometimes wispy and fleeting. This fog bank on Huron Bay was dense but fleeting. That's because Huron Bay is long and narrow, bordered by hills on both sides, … Continue reading Fog Bank
For Many Moons 