A Little Slice of da Harbor...: Love Note

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Love Note

Hello. How about a love note?

It has been two months since your eyes feasted upon my words. Two months since I have tickled the keys for your pleasure. Has your heart grown fonder? Or has it turned away, feeling neglected and hurt?

My love for you has not dwindled. It is always there, whether I reach out or not. May this unconditional love set you free from expectations. Free from feeling fault. It's not you. It's me.

Well, that was kind of corny, but I like to spice it up, you know?

As I look out my window or walk through the woods, I see the green and brown of the ground. Yes, green and brown. Maybe some red and gray, but you get the drift. No snow yet.

I hear there's a storm a-coming, so perhaps things will look a little brighter soon. Until then, I'll just enjoy the days where I can push a stroller on the damp pavement with ease.

Maybe we will have snow for Winter Wonderfest this weekend. That event is Saturday, December 10th in the Grant Township (Copper Harbor) park and community building. It starts at 10 am with crafts and a bake sale. Santa comes with presents at 4 pm and the park lights up at 6 pm. Who knows what will follow after that?

Snow or not, it is always a fun time. Maybe I will see you there.

Then guess where I am going after Christmas. Arkansas. Yup, going to try it for a month with Aaron and the Rock Solid crew. They are building trail in the middle of the Ozarks. It sounds like a beautiful spot. We'll see how long Brady P. and I last; it will be an adventure. I'll take pictures for you!

My memoir is coming along very well, thanks for asking. And yes, that's still why you've been neglected. Brady P. only takes one nap a day, and I want to get that baby ready to be published. I'll let you know when it's ready. Probably a few months yet. But, boy, I am addicted to it right now.

That's kind of it. The bell buoy is gone. The garden is pulled. The house and yard are ready for winter. Brady P. and I are just enjoying each day together. Good thing he likes me!

So, I'll probably catch you down south next time. Remember you are in my thoughts. Be well.

Love,

Amanda

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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!

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Love Note

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