V A N M O R R I S O N sings about sailing into the mystic
as we near our destination (and the end of my road-trip playlist). We turn down an unnamed dirt road, marked only by a single campground sign, and plumes of terracotta dust begin escaping from beneath my tires. My lack of four-wheel drive briefly rises to front of mind, tickling my anxiety. But relief comes swiftly as we arrive at a small cottage at the end of the road, a placard that reads “Loons Point Office” hanging from the knotted wooden rafters.
AUGUST 2023
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