We bought a tent and some sleeping bags. And we jumped in the truck. North bound on I-35. Before the sun came up. We stopped for lunch in Kanow Park. Passing through the Louvre. Rolled into Bayfield Wisconsin. And there she was. Madeline Island. We left our cares on the mainland. Boarded a ferry boat. We saw La Pointe for the first time. And we felt right at home. Drove out to Big Bay State Park. Picked out our campsite. We settled in underneath the stars. And there we were. Out there in the great Lake Superior. Right across the bay. We sat back put our feet up and there we were. Half a world away. Where the waves turned the cliffs into sea caves. With every passing day. It was all a blur but there we were. On Madeline Island. Madeline Island. We left our shadows on the lake shore. We soaked up all the sights. About drowned in a downpour. But for the northern lights. We shot the breeze under pine trees. And sat around the fire. We hit the hay beneath the Milky Way. And there we were. Out there in the great Lake Superior. Right across the bay. We sat back put our feet up and there we were. Half a world away. Where the waves turned the cliffs into sea caves. With every passing day. It was all a blur but there we were. On Madeline Island. Out there in the great Lake Superior. Right across the bay. We sat back put our feet up and there we were. Half a world away. Where the waves turned the cliffs into sea caves. With every passing day. It was all a blur but there we were. On Madeline Island. Madeline Island. There we were on Madeline Island. We made a memory. That will always last. But we went on that trip. Just the three and back