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As a child, I always enjoyed visiting the up-north cabin of my aunt's family.

And when I say aunt's family, I'm referring to the woman my uncle was married to.

Her dad was this brilliant, successful doctor, and he had a bunch of young children in the 50s,

so he and his wife bought a beautiful piece of property on a lake in Benzie County,

just a few miles from Traverse City, and that was where they built a sprawling summer home.

And when I would visit their place, this was back when you had to time your travel up north

to miss the raising of the Zilwaki bridge.

Well, when we would go up there, my aunt would pack a cooler with town club soda and baloney sandwiches on Roman Wheel Bread,

and we'd pile into her car and head north on I-75 to the lake.

That ritual activity that Michiganders refer to as, quote, going up north.

And I would guess when I was a kid, there were probably half a dozen weekends spent over the course of two or three summers.

My aunt and uncle, they didn't marry till I was in elementary school, and then when I hit middle and high school,

I was far too cool to go up north for the weekend with my aunt.

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