Bruce steered me back into the tent and told me where to find some boxers. I got out of my Depends, which were thankfully dry at the moment, and headed back out. I couldn’t believe how nice the weather was, especially since we were basically halfway back up the mitten. Using the right hand facing inward as a map, the way Michiganders do, Reedsburg Dam State Park is about halfway between where the middle finger attaches to the hand and the first actual knuckle, where the Detroit area we had just left was closer to the fat part of the muscle just below the thumb.
The trip up here would’ve taken about three hours before any delays for things like food, camping supplies or ditching my car in a lake. I would’ve expected it to be colder this far north, especially right off the water.
Bruce came walking up, interrupting my reverie. “You wanna take that walk now, boss? It’s gonna get dark soon.”