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This post "Where the Wild Things Aren't", has been on my mind all morning. I spent my summer on Belle Isle. Riding my bike in endless loops around the perimeter of the island, drinking under a tree next to the swan boats, walking to the end of the long pier, and on two memorable occasions, risking life and limb for a ride down the big yellow slide. But on all these adventures, I kept a distance from the abandoned zoo. This summer, I'm going in.