For as long as I can remember, Sean and I have been wanting to visit the city of Houghton. The lure is that it’s very, very far north. The lure, however, is also the reason we haven’t followed through with our plans to visit, because, well, it’s very, very far north.
Last week, as we began to look at our schedule for the rest of the year we realized that if we wanted to make it to Houghton we would have to just GO! So, we did. Spontaneous trips aren’t always the easiest. The house was a mess, I packed poorly and the van was still dirty from our last adventure. But in the end, it was worth it. It’s always worth it.
The Keweenaw Peninsula was unapologetically beautiful. The trees, raw with color, were holding on to the last of summer’s green. And I could sympathize with their desperation. Sometimes seasons slip through our hands faster than we might like.
With no cell phone reception, the gloss of the weekend dried heavy in the moment. I thought to myself, how easy it would be getting used to the drive along this bay, separated from the world as it was. I felt encouraged by the solitude the land offered. We were hours from anything, free of plans or hesitations.
There is little better than riding north with family. And I grateful that as June continues to grow, we are evolving into a family who says, “yes.” We take adventures we aren’t ready for, we stop along the way and we come back home ready for more.