We have arrived. All is well.

The long haul up wasn’t all that bad. Because I have quite the talent for sleeping 3-4 hour stretches at a time. I know, lucky me.

This sign off I-75 never ceases to stir in me those feelings of unknown adventure. I don’t know why, maybe it has something to do with the Equator, which just sounds terribly mysterious to me.

And as for the North Pole? Well. I mean, come on. Who doesn’t have visions of reindeer and Santa? That’s why I’ll never be able to go there. I can’t have my dreams crushed.

Brother and I were up till 2 last night. Douglas Lake just jacks us up. We sat out on the dock, listening to the loons, the bright moon lighting up the entire lake.

It felt like one of those too-good dreams you have and in the middle of it you have the conscious thought that it’s just a dream, but still, you don’t want to wake and have it be over.

That was me last night. And I know these dream-like moments will continue.

This afternoon will be long yoga and long trails. And sushi in Petoskey.