My first full day back in Wisconsin, and a hot one! Mom and I drove to Lake Superior. On the beach at Frog Bay Tribal National Park we ate smoked Lake Superior whitefish and Wisconsin cheese and wild Bayfield Peninsula blackberries and raspberries. We entered the water and swam for a long time–out ahead, the forest heights of Oak Island patched by cloud shadows. I took in the sweet cedar smell of the boreal forest and thought of how Kathleen Dean Moore recently told my friend Beth, in a writing workshop, that we must love life before we love its meaning: Wisconsin, Superior, mother.