Rain followed us across the Upper Peninsula on the last leg of our journey. Mix that with a long mileage day and a 55 mph speed limit, and it equals a 12 hour day. We arrived at Hatch Haven about 6:30 PM, tired, but grateful for the safe 3,000 mile journey, and joyous at once again being in this place. The picture shows the cook house, which was one of the early homestead cabins in the late 1800's, bought by my grandfather Hatch, and slid across the frozen lake to the Hatch homestead before 1910. The Main House is a Sears and Roebuck kit house, purchased, brought up from Detroit by boat, and constructed here on our portion of Island 8 in 1909.
Now hosting the 5th generation, this place continues to be the touchstone of the family, and for my two sisters and me, holds the experience of being children, being parents, and now being grandparents and the "senior generation" here.
Ada and I came as the Advance Team to get the hanging flower baskets up, the beds made, groceries bought, and the boats out and operable. A labor of love and following the footprints of those before us. love, Liz
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