Grand Marais and Northward

In spite of all the things-things-things to do at home, it was necessary to slip away for a few days. I was having anxious dreams every night - of being late or being trapped or being chased or of things exploding. I was restless and unfocused. And I owed a visit to a friend who had just moved from California to Grand Marais - which happens to be much closer than California and also one of my favorite places on planet earth.

So I looked at my calendar last week, saw a window, and took it.