When I was a kid, my folks took us to spend a month (August) in a cabin with no running water or indoor facilities or electricity. It was on a bluff facing east looking out over Lake Michigan on the Garden Peninsula south of Thompson. Dad wanted us to experience what it was like when he grew up on a remote farm in New Brunswich, Canada. What a place! Few insects (the occasional mosquito and nasty deer fly) because of the breezes off of the lake. We would visit the UP State Fair (Escanaba), Tahquamenon Falls, Grand Marais (for the agates), Munising, Marquette, the Soo Locks at Sault Saint Marie. I collected rocks and minerals, and fossils, helped dad pick blueberries, huckleberries, raspberries and blackberries and catch crappies, sunfish and bluegill in some of the lakes. It is a beautiful, wild place that taught me the love of wild places. So much so, that I can no longer live in a big city, only small towns in wild places. If you haven't gone, you should! And don't forget to get some fresh hot pasties while there!