A Little Slice of da Harbor...: West

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Shipping West

Today Duce and I ship off West to meet Aaron in Rapid City, SD. See you out West! See you later Copper Harbor and Lake Superior! You'll be in my thoughts and dreams!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Two years ago, in this carefree month of October, I embarked on a journey out West to Colorado and Utah. Aaron, Sam and I brought our mountain bikes and rode thousands of feet of elevation in the mountain air. I remember the couple weeks before we left for this trip Copper Harbor was getting rained on almost everyday. We were glad to get away to a sunny state.

As I write, I listen to the rain splatter on the windows and the wind whip through the nooks of the house and trees. This is gray and wet day number 3 in a row. Without sight of a break in the clouds in the forecast.

It only seems fitting, then, that I am about to take another journey out West to escape the Keweenaw fall (though I love the fall here). There. I said it. I'm leaving da Harbor for a month and a half.

I apologize because you probably read this blog in hopes and clutch of what's happening up at the end of the peaceful earth. I can always make comparisons for you! But I will do my best to give you a little slice of da Wild West. That doesn't sound too bad, hey?

So from early next week until the middle of December, you will experience a little slice of South Dakota, Montana, Washington, Oregon, California, Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado and Wyoming -- pretty much in that order.

I hope you don't mind a little change of scenery. Remind me to bring my camera... you know how I am.

With snowboard, mountain bike, notebooks, Duce and Aaron, I will experience another part of this land. And as always, it will make returning to da Harbor that much sweeter. My heart always misses Her Majesty Superior when I'm gone. I guess I'll see how the Pacific Ocean compares, but I can't lie that I'm a little biased.

Unofficial Overview from a Resident's Point of View

“If you’ve never been there, you wouldn’t understand” is a quote printed above an outlined picture of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula on a t-shirt sold in gift shops in the area. Some people cock their heads in bewilderment of what this could mean. Well, if you’ve never been there (to da U.P.), then you wouldn’t understand.

It’s simple really. Where are you guaranteed to see more trees than people on any drive or walk? Where can you sit in a bar in April and know everybody’s name? Where can you wear flannel and Carharts anytime of the year without a flinch from a passerby? Where can you end most of your sentence with the colloquialism eh, eh? Where can you go to truly get away from the civilized world? If you answered “da U.P.” to all of these questions, why, you must have been there.

Michigan’s Upper Peninsula makes up one third of the state’s land mass, but only 3% of its entire population. It’s no wonder the average number of people per square mile is 19.3. Nineteen people per square mile! Its lack of inhabitants combined with a plethora of wilderness, unique geographical features and an abundance of water is a big part of what makes the U.P. so unique. In fact, it was included in the Sherman Travel worldwide “Top 10 Places to Go in 2005."

And unique in itself, at the most northern tip in the Keweenaw Peninsula sits the little village of Copper Harbor. “Tops in Michigan,” “the beginning of the road” and quite frankly, the hardest place to leave once your soul has found its peace. It’s the least visited and most revisited place in America. Returning visitors make an appearance at least once a year, no matter what gas prices are. And when they’re back at home, they dream of their next visit to the end of the world.

Why would people want to return to a place where their cell phones don’t work and they can’t get a Big Mac for at least 54 miles? Once you drive through the one and only blinking stop light in town, you are 99% guaranteed not to see any authorities. The town can take care of itself for the most part, and people respect each other and each other’s property.

To the local residents and the handfuls of returning tourists (of which some have been adopted), Copper Harbor is the only place where they can be themselves -- completely and shamelessly (at least until the next morning). Fashion does not exist, but comfort is a must. Possessions mean nothing, but attitude means the world. Loitering is encouraged, and talk is ceaseless. Fresh air is plentiful, and serenity is down the block on Lake Superior’s shore. Ahhh.

Only 90 people can bear to live there year-round (good thing because the post office only has 130 mailboxes), but the population peaks around 250 in the busy summer months when people reopen their business or their summer home.

Copper Harbor and the rest of the Keweenaw Peninsula average 270 inches of snow each season. Whether it falls consistently throughout the winter or all in one dump, it’s guaranteed to fall if it isn’t drilling sideways. Only four businesses stay open through these long months because sometimes, there’s just nobody there.

U.S. Highway 41, which runs all the way to Miami, Florida, begins in Copper Harbor, and yes, it gets plowed the whole way up. A half mile north, six miles east and five miles south of this landmark puts you in magical Lake Superior. I know it’s magical because I’ve caught myself and many other people staring, mesmerized by its pure vastness, undulations and crashing waves.

When you can enjoy every breath of Lake Superior air, wear clothing soley for funtion and not mind seeing the same people day after day after day after day, then, my friend, then, you’ll understand.

A Little Slice of da Harbor...

Copper Harbor, That is!

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Shipping West

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

A Little Slice of da West

Unofficial Overview from a Resident's Point of View

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