We drive Silvio through the twisty Wisconsin back roads up to Indian Lake. The sign at the foot of the steep path to St. Mary of the Oaks:
There's a pale winter light shining through the trees:
The many birch trees remind me of my mother, who would exclaim over the beauty of even the most spindly suburban birches:
We see the chapel at the top of the hill:
We go through the gate:
Open the door:
Someone has placed a small photograph of a boy in Mary's arms:
There are many notebooks on the altar. The last three entries are: "Dear Mary, Jesus, and God, Thank you for your continual blessings...,"Great Spirit, Thank you for my courage to accept who I am..," and "Allah Akbar."
There is a small side window.
We move on to the overlook: