And anyway, it's east of the Mississippi, and I let the East go thirty years ago.
But love is never rational, is it?
I guess that explains why I can't get enough of Lake Superior--her facts and figures (maximum depth: 1,332 feet), her tributaries (the Pigeon, the Pic, the White--over 200 in all).
I guess that's why I didn't want to leave Ishpeming, wished I could have photographed every house, every bar.
Smitten, I think you would call it.