It was late in the day when we approached Northport’s clay cliffs, reminiscent of crumbling citadels. Several spots looked agreeable and unpopulated from the water, but I decided to chase down a couple walking north along the beach and get the skinny. We had to tack repeatedly to catch up to them.
“Ok to camp around here?”, I shouted, after a brief introduction.
“Sure, there’s nice sand that way,” the fellow replied, pointing south.
Hello World and I spun around and found a lovely little roost, just before sunset.
Some images are beyond documentation. A tent glowing with a single candle under a star scattered sky. Goodnight from Northport, Michigan.