Michigan: A Peaceful Place Built by Geological Violence
Stand on the bank of the Au Sable River at sunrise and it’s all mist, pine trees, and trout quietly minding their business. Feels like the kind of place that’s always been this way—stable, predictable, friendly. It hasn’t. Michigan is what happens when the earth tries to tear itself apart, fails, gets buried, frozen, crushed, flooded, and then—only after all that—decides to look nice about it.
