You're so blessed if you remember going to camp when you were a kid. When fishing wasn't a sport; it was about catching dinner. And seeing ducks on the river or grouse along the road on the way in, inspired plans for hunting trips in the fall. Remember spending nites in the comfort of the cabin, with windows open (screened of course to keep the skeeters out) and the wood stove burning? Smell it? Camp is for the kid in all of us. And to pass the traditions on, to your kids. Camp is about the important things in life. Surround yourself with woods and water. This opportunity is low maintenance, easy to get to, and less than an hour to Iron Mountain or Marquette.