Growing up in the Upper Peninsula I have had my fair share of being in the outdoors and witnessing a "nature celebration," but there is one that sticks out in my mind right away.
The summer I was 14, my family took a trip out to Isle Royale, which is an island in Lake Superior north west of the copper country. We stayed there for about a week, living with friends that owned a house on the island. Some of the nights we camped, to get the full Isle Royale experience. One day we went on a day hike around the island, and about 4 miles in we noticed a moose and her two calves. They were all so quiet and still we hadn't noticed them until we were less than 10 feet away. Very quickly my dad told us to back up and wait for them to leave before continuing on the hike. It took them about 5 minutes to walk off, and even then they took their time. It was the first and last time I have seen moose, and it was a surreal experience. I never really realized how big they were until I was in the woods and 10 feet away from them.
Nature is a beautiful thing, and I think several people, including myself, take advantage of it. I learned a lot about nature and how much it offers to people from this experience. I hear myself complaining about the weather, wither its too cold or too hot, but I need to begin thinking of nature as a celebration and begin to appreciate it more.

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