The last time I camped at the Presque Isle campground, in the Porcupine Mountains was in early November. The leaves on the trees were a toasty golden brown, falling as the temperatures fell and the nights grew long. I was the only one in the campground and I hiked the trails admiring the quiet, wild beauty.This year I camped during full summer. The park was crowded with people searching the Lake Superior shore for agates, exploring the trails and waterfalls, fishing and even skinny-dipping in the cool river. I watched and talked to them all. When the skinny-dipping man switched from a crawl to a backstroke I decided it was time to move on.
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