That's a great article. I spent many a summers vacation on Beaver Island as a young teen. Back then you had limited access to island by Ferry from Charlevoix.

Being up there, I "thought" I was in the "wilderness" or at least compared to my suburban home.

Used to go to secluded beach areas who's names I've long forgotten and we'd catch smallies wading the rocky shoreline. Dad would clean them and we'd grill them up on shore.

What I wouldn't give to go back in time for a few days of that. 8-)