On a holy pilgrimage.

We’re back. From a pilgrimage. Along the north shore of Lake Superior. My true love Cristina and I. We went in search of waterfalls. They’re abundant. Our aim is to visit each and every waterfall. One by one. It’s a worthy pursuit.  A true pilgrimage. Trekking down waterfalls. Big and small. Along such rivers as the Temperance, the Baptism,  the Cross. Oh, so many cascading streams. Tumbling noisily over cliffs and crannies. Emptying into majestic Lake Superior.  Here we are. Alone with each other. No TV. No newspapers. No radio. Out of touch with the rest of the world. On a holy pilgrimage.  Yes. Yes. Every summer. For the rest of our lives. --Jim Broede