"Our family has retreated to a mis-shapen little lake in northwest Michigan for 103 years. Great-Granddad had a rule that became a camp rite: swim to Birdseye Island in the middle of the lake and back. Doing so means you’re ready to canoe by yourself and swim without a life jacket.
Our coming of age, our rite of passage, our Birdseye Rule."

-Eleanor Rae Smith