Jack of Harts

Most people I’ve met over the years love ocean beaches, the smell of salt water, and the feel of water that has traveled thousands of kilometers. They love to vacation in warm waters. I grew up in Northern Minnesota though. I love the taste of fresh water on my tongue. Cold springtime water on my skin forever reminds me of youthful days. Hotdogs sizzling on the grill as the pontoon rocks beneath you. That was my heaven.