Isle Royale. Found you at last.

I spent the last 16 years coming up with every excuse not to make the journey to the boreal dream land that is Isle Royale National Park. It’s just too far of a drive. The bugs suck ass. Wait, there’s wolves? Yada, yada, yada. Well I finally came to my senses and visited the only national park that’s in the state I grew up in. After 3 days of hiking beautiful trails, seeing majestic north woods wildlife, and making a few new friends I’m still in disbelief of my stupidity.