Musings on migration
As we prepare to migrate from Isle Royale, where we have spent the past 5 months, these thoughts occur to me: 1) My “family” has been the network of people connected by our National Park Service radio. Each morning there’s a weather report, and throughout the day we hear where park staff are traveling in boats. Mostly, it’s silent, and yet we feel a sense of community and connectedness. Also, in that silence is the opportunity to listen to the wind, the waves, and, with luck, migrating birds, rutting moose, otters, and wolves. It is easy to be happy here. 2) In town, my ...