Sometimes, ya just gotta get away. That’s why I decided to bust out my gear, throw together whatever I could find in the pantry, and head to the Bruce Peninsula National Park. It’s only six hours away from Detroit and offers a quick way to disconnect and get back to nature.
Every trail has a character, and the Bruce is like a rugged old friend. Rocky coastlines, jagged cliffs, and clean forest paint the trail. I've been there several times with friends, but this time I went solo. All I was looking for was a little fishing, a little hiking, and some quality alone time. How refreshing are those sacred moments, when all is forgotten except the spirit and the soul.
And then I got a speeding ticket on the way home. Doh!
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