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More Road-tripping Pictures
Some of the stillest water I've ever photographed.
This is at Clark's Landing in Crystal Falls, Michigan. It's named after Joseph Clark, a Navy Seal killed in Iraq. Kuma and I stopped here to stretch our legs.
While I don't want to live anywhere but in a city, pictures like this do make me miss being up north.
Pictures of the shrine of Bishop Baraga, whose large statue stands on a cloud supported by five large steel beams coming out of Indian Tepees, as well as a bunch more photos and commentary,
This beautiful 1890 courthouse is in Crystal Falls, Michigan.
My grandfather, a farrier, told me that he knew the person who did a lot of ironwork restoration on this building.
This rather odd shrine in L'Anse, Michigan stands to the honor and memory of Bishop Frederic Baraga, a Catholic Solvenian missionary. He did a lot of work in learning and translating the Ojibwe language. The "teepees" represent each of the missions he founded around the area.
At the time I was there, the local church had been trying for a long time to have Baraga recognized as a saint. This is an esoteric process I am not familiar with, but it seems that since that time, Baraga was recognized as "venerable" by Pope Benedict, so I guess he's finally on his way.
Another of my photos of the shrine.
When the statue was being installed, workers accidentally applied a welding torch to it and it caught on fire, according to Roadside America. Oops! They repaired it and got it set up on its cloud eventually.
I can still picture the approach to L'Anse, Michigan in my imagination very vividly. It's at the end of a long downward slope on Highway 41 that ends at L'Anse Bay. Across the water is the southern shore of the Keweenaw Peninsula. Though L'Anse is not on the peninsula itself, when I drive by the city I really start feeling like I'm there.
As we drove north along the lower part of the peninsula, Kuma and I stopped to explore the beach of L'Anse Bay. It was a good way to get acquainted with a region I was meeting for the first time.
Kuma used the opportunity for a drink of water.
I miss that dog.
Tannins in the water from all the pine trees give it a brown hue that turns a lovely gold with enough sun.
There are a range of antique stores, from high end furniture and decor complete with detailed provenance and four-figure price tags, to collections of random hoarded junk in someone's garage. This was entirely the latter. Fortunately, I find both types really interesting for their own reasons.
I googled the name of the store, looking for an address. I found a 2014 auction listing for the contents, and a note about how "Mrs. Soumis was an antique dealer and avid collector for 49 years...." It's sad to think the woman I talked to briefly as I squeezed through narrow aisles between overflowing tables and crates is dead.
The Quincy Smelter is the only remaining facility of its kind on the Great Lakes. Part of the 19th and early 20th century copper mining industry of the Keweenaw Peninsula, the Quincy Smelter purified copper ore extracted further up the peninsula at the Quincy, and other, mines.
It's also another major landmark for me on my trips to the Keweenaw; a sight that really tells me I'm in copper country.
Do you have particular landmarks that have that kind of deep attachment to a journey? Things you think of as major milestones on a trip that you've come to know well? What are they?
This is at Clark's Landing in Crystal Falls, Michigan. It's named after Joseph Clark, a Navy Seal killed in Iraq. Kuma and I stopped here to stretch our legs.
While I don't want to live anywhere but in a city, pictures like this do make me miss being up north.
Pictures of the shrine of Bishop Baraga, whose large statue stands on a cloud supported by five large steel beams coming out of Indian Tepees, as well as a bunch more photos and commentary,
This beautiful 1890 courthouse is in Crystal Falls, Michigan.
My grandfather, a farrier, told me that he knew the person who did a lot of ironwork restoration on this building.
This rather odd shrine in L'Anse, Michigan stands to the honor and memory of Bishop Frederic Baraga, a Catholic Solvenian missionary. He did a lot of work in learning and translating the Ojibwe language. The "teepees" represent each of the missions he founded around the area.
At the time I was there, the local church had been trying for a long time to have Baraga recognized as a saint. This is an esoteric process I am not familiar with, but it seems that since that time, Baraga was recognized as "venerable" by Pope Benedict, so I guess he's finally on his way.
Another of my photos of the shrine.
When the statue was being installed, workers accidentally applied a welding torch to it and it caught on fire, according to Roadside America. Oops! They repaired it and got it set up on its cloud eventually.
I can still picture the approach to L'Anse, Michigan in my imagination very vividly. It's at the end of a long downward slope on Highway 41 that ends at L'Anse Bay. Across the water is the southern shore of the Keweenaw Peninsula. Though L'Anse is not on the peninsula itself, when I drive by the city I really start feeling like I'm there.
As we drove north along the lower part of the peninsula, Kuma and I stopped to explore the beach of L'Anse Bay. It was a good way to get acquainted with a region I was meeting for the first time.
Kuma used the opportunity for a drink of water.
I miss that dog.
Tannins in the water from all the pine trees give it a brown hue that turns a lovely gold with enough sun.
There are a range of antique stores, from high end furniture and decor complete with detailed provenance and four-figure price tags, to collections of random hoarded junk in someone's garage. This was entirely the latter. Fortunately, I find both types really interesting for their own reasons.
I googled the name of the store, looking for an address. I found a 2014 auction listing for the contents, and a note about how "Mrs. Soumis was an antique dealer and avid collector for 49 years...." It's sad to think the woman I talked to briefly as I squeezed through narrow aisles between overflowing tables and crates is dead.
The Quincy Smelter is the only remaining facility of its kind on the Great Lakes. Part of the 19th and early 20th century copper mining industry of the Keweenaw Peninsula, the Quincy Smelter purified copper ore extracted further up the peninsula at the Quincy, and other, mines.
It's also another major landmark for me on my trips to the Keweenaw; a sight that really tells me I'm in copper country.
Do you have particular landmarks that have that kind of deep attachment to a journey? Things you think of as major milestones on a trip that you've come to know well? What are they?