Michigan's Upper Peninsula has always had a special place in my heart. My mother was born way up in the Keweenaw Peninsula close to where my great-grandfather and his sons built a cabin in the woods on Princess Point, that is now a nature area, that we called the Uitti Camp. This was a little piece of heaven that we visited in the summers of my childhood. I have cherished memories of fishing with my dad, catching frogs and snakes, horseback riding, visiting the Quincy Mine, and running back to the cabin after an evening sauna while the bats swooped over our heads to eat the swarms of insects surrounding us. I remember my Grandfather falling asleep in a rocking chair while I read comic books on the floor, and my Grandmother tending the wood stove in the kitchen. As the family grew and divided the camp fell into disrepair and has since passed into other hands but it is still one of the places that I love the most in this world. In fact, if you look up "Princess Point Nature Area" under the Keweenaw Land Trust website you can see a picture of what is left of the Uitti Camp and my family's cabin.