While everyone mourned the absence of Lynn, we all felt the vigor and delight of returning to Treasure Island, this place we love so much. Just the wide, fierce sky and the speedy, immanent clouds that start defining the world an hour before Mackinac would be enough, but the familiar rocky shores and spruce and birch forests giving way to a freshly revamped (but not desecrated as we feared!) cottage -- it all seemed better than our imaginations could have invented.
