As Easter weekend was winding down, I found myself sitting at my grandparents', overlooking Lake Vermilion and wishing upon no hope that school would disappear.
The sun was glistening off the gentle waves rolling in from the east. To make matters better, the temperature was sitting at a perfect 55 degrees. Earlier that day, my grandma documented this year as the earliest on record the ice had ever gone out of Frezer Bay. But none of these facts allowed school to come to a halt, and, like all good memories, this one had to come to an end to become just that... a memory.
This past weekend was just a small taste of that yet to come. In just six weeks, summer will be upon us, although I must not be too hasty, for I do like Minnesota, and weather here has a mind of its own . . .
--Erick Ellison, freshman Wild Mgmt student
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