With all water combined in the “Mitten” State, we are never more than 6 miles from a body of water here. And nowhere in the state can you be more than 85 miles from the shore of one of the great lakes. The number of miles of shoreline in this state is second only to the great state of Alaska.
On this still, warm, summer’s eve, we have abandoned our mashed potatoes to race across that field, hide behind an ancient Walnut tree, and spy on a tiny machine. He has landed on our grass and taxied beneath a huge oak; and the charming little machine is purring sweetly in the cool evening air, swinging its tail and waggling its rudder like a Humming Bird settling itself for the night.