Got up super-early (like, 4 a.m.) to travel with my brother-in-law to his patch of hunting ground near the Ohio border. 60 acres, mostly woods, with a little stream – kind of a wild drainage ditch – hills, a bit of corn. They’re building a small house out there – cabinish, but more than that. Deer, rabbits, raccoons, turkeys. Lovely.
I want a place to hunt, to shoot, to camp, to write. To escape. We’re years away from that – but we had a place in the Upper Peninsula when I was a kid, and friends, I hope to again!