My last Isle Royale morning starts dark, as many mornings do in mid-September. The rapidly encroaching clouds from the west fill me with a sense of foreboding as they slowly block out the once visible stars. The sunrise has yet to begin, as its ascension comes later with the approaching autumn. The day’s dreary beginning
Isle Royale Trip: Final Night at Rock Harbor
As I walk down one of the few paved roads on Isle Royale, the Ranger’s Station at Rock Harbor comes into view at the bottom of the hill. Just like at Daisy Farm earlier in the morning, the feeling of familiarity overcomes me, as if I am returning home after a long trip, despite having
