The last 4 days were indescribable but here’s my best attempt…

We stayed in Pictured Rocks, in Munising, and in Marquette.

We got lost and then found ourselves.

We pushed ourselves, jumped from cliffs, and conquered our fears. Even the 850 miles spent in the small and jam-packed car were so good, with non stop jokes and singing, balanced perfectly with some heavy moments. I bonded more than ever before with my best friend and together we got to know a new friend in a real way. We cried, we laughed, we laughed until we cried. I literally can’t imagine a better scenario for the trip.

On the very first night arriving, we were so lost in the middle of the darkest night with nowhere to sleep. Hiking a long, muddy, rocky, sandy, and winding path making wrong turns and back tracking, with everything on our backs in the cold without a clue where we were going or what was even around us. Hungry, tired, excited, lost, filthy, blistered, cut up and exhausted, we finally heard the water in the distance. We got out of the woods and nearly collapsed on the absolute most beautiful sandy beach you could experience. Not a single soul in sight, waves crashing, lit by the stars. After we got a fire going with wood we gathered from the hills, we just stared into the night sky while talking with each other for hours.

And that was just the first day.

(full post coming soon)