We flew to Detroit on Friday, met Hannah, then flew on to Escanaba. Detroit airport has a cute little red people mover train INSIDE the terminal building - pretty cool. Saturday the weather was a little iffy for sailing so we enjoyed the splendors of the upper peninsula instead. We headed down to Cedar River to see the baby sturgeon, then stopped for lunch at the Lighthouse Pub. We waited there, sucking down beer, for the day's whitefish delivery to arrive - it was worth it. Noam is showing off his new Huckleberry polo shirt, awarded only to those who serve with distinction aboard the Huckleberry:
Just inside the door of the Lighthouse Pub is one of those racks with brochures advertising the local outlet malls and dinner-theaters-with-jousting. We picked up a local driving tour which promised old growth forest at nearby J.W. Wells state park. The ranger at the entrance gate looked at us blankly when we asked about old growth forest (stupid lying brochure) but we still paid six bucks and hiked there. New growth trees at J.W. Wells:
Determined to get our six bucks worth from our state park pass, Dad turned north and floored it, determined to make it to Fayette historic state park before they closed. Fayette was the site of a Jackson Iron Company iron smelting operation from 1867 to 1891. The people have moved away, but many of the town's buildings are restored, though sadly not the two story outhouse that once graced Fayette's hotel. Snail shell harbor, where Fayette is located:
The smelting furnace at Fayette:
Sunday we sailed in the Little Bay de Noc. Behind the wheel of the Huck:
The upper peninsula of Michigan is known for pasties, a dish originally from Cornwall which is sort of like a calzone but is filled with meat, turnips, and rutabagas instead of melted cheese and things that taste good. Several times we drove by the fine eating establishment Dobber's Pasties, which had a sign out front with the changeable letters arranged to read something like "Yooper soul food. Now serving gravy." I begged to go there, and dad, Hannah, and Noam finally relented on Sunday. Highly recommended. Monday dad drove us to Milwaukee where we had lunch with mom, then headed to the airport to fly home.
Just inside the door of the Lighthouse Pub is one of those racks with brochures advertising the local outlet malls and dinner-theaters-with-jousting. We picked up a local driving tour which promised old growth forest at nearby J.W. Wells state park. The ranger at the entrance gate looked at us blankly when we asked about old growth forest (stupid lying brochure) but we still paid six bucks and hiked there. New growth trees at J.W. Wells:
Determined to get our six bucks worth from our state park pass, Dad turned north and floored it, determined to make it to Fayette historic state park before they closed. Fayette was the site of a Jackson Iron Company iron smelting operation from 1867 to 1891. The people have moved away, but many of the town's buildings are restored, though sadly not the two story outhouse that once graced Fayette's hotel. Snail shell harbor, where Fayette is located:
The smelting furnace at Fayette:
Sunday we sailed in the Little Bay de Noc. Behind the wheel of the Huck:
The upper peninsula of Michigan is known for pasties, a dish originally from Cornwall which is sort of like a calzone but is filled with meat, turnips, and rutabagas instead of melted cheese and things that taste good. Several times we drove by the fine eating establishment Dobber's Pasties, which had a sign out front with the changeable letters arranged to read something like "Yooper soul food. Now serving gravy." I begged to go there, and dad, Hannah, and Noam finally relented on Sunday. Highly recommended. Monday dad drove us to Milwaukee where we had lunch with mom, then headed to the airport to fly home.
hee hee, serve with distinction aboard the Huckleberry
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