SCHROEDER, Minn. -- Eagles had tag-teamed overhead all the way up the North Shore, and as we turned onto the gravel road toward the cabin, I rolled down the car window and breathed in the piney air. The lake that I always think of as "my lake" (but everyone else thinks of as "Lake Superior") sparkled in the afternoon sun. The air was silky, the sky was bright blue, it was a beautiful day.
"By the way," I told my friend Joey McLeister, as we hauled our bags out of the car, "the cabin only has one bedroom. You can have it and I'll take the couch."
