It is my hope that Artemisia will attract people who cherish the land as much as I do…who will be good neighbors, and perhaps friends. You may have noticed that in some of my writings I refer to Artemisia as “we.” On paper, it’s just me, but I don’t feel alone in this endeavor. I’m speaking as “we” in anticipation of the community I hope to create here. It’s the magic of attracting what you want by acting “as if.”
A mundane reality is that I need for Artemisia to pay for itself to a certain extent. And so I need to charge people who stay in the Guest House and/or hold small gatherings here. That said, I also want to encourage a “gift economy” – an exchange of goods and services (aka a barter system). So, some guests will pay the full rate while others will pay a reduced rate in exchange for their labors in helping me with the many rebuilding and maintenance chores to be done. See the link to the “To Do List” on the home page.
I also hope to attract artists, scholars and healers interested in trading their services for accommodations so that we can offer workshops, salons and seasonal celebrations. The more successful, we are, the sooner I can start offering sabbatical opportunities for artists and scholars.
We are not alone in the wilderness (in so many ways!), so being a good neighbor is valued. There is no fence between Artemisia and McLain State Park. We can’t see or hear the campers there but once in awhile someone walking along the beach from the park will climb up the stairs hoping to find a different way back. They are invited to walk through the woods near the bluff until they find the park trail or take the driveway out to the road. On two sides Artemisia neighbors the Hoffmann property. Our shared driveway is on Mrs. Hoffman’s land. The boundaries to my/her property are marked and must be respected. If you want to go wandering in the woods, please go into the park.
Berry Picking. Come Thimbleberry season (August) people around here can get pretty sensitive about strangers picking on their land. These berries only grow wild and are highly prized. When in doubt, don’t. There is a road on the inland side of the highway about midway between my driveway and the park entrance where you can find a lot of raspberries and thimbleberries. No gun-toting landowners will bother you, but you should listen for bears. Better yet, announce yourself by singing or talking aloud with your berry picking buddy. Also look for berries along public roadways.
Last but not least, it is my hope that Artemisia can be of service to the local community. If all we do is bring a few more people into the area to dine in the restaurants and shop in the stores, that will be enough. But I’m open to whatever opportunities present themselves. The town closest to Artemisia is Calumet, a highlight of any tour of the historic and naturally beautiful Keweenaw Peninsulaof Michigan’s U.P.