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| Brad, Jack, And Me On The Shore Of Lake Superior |
It was somewhat of a spur of the moment decision. By that I mean I had been thinking about it for the last 3 years, but hadn’t been able to take the plunge. I was still teaching for two of those 3 years, and this last year was too convoluted on both sides to commit to anything. So when my cousin said he was going up to the base of Michigan’s Keweenaw Peninsula to help his son pack up an apartment after his junior year in college, I jumped at the chance to join them; figuring I could both help and visit with them at the same time.
As mentioned in “Think I’m In Love - Part#1 In The U.P.” I spent 24 hours camping and fishing in the Ottawa National Forest of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula on my way to Houghton. (Click on the link if you want to catch up with that adventure.) Once I drove out of the woods and had cell phone reception, I sent out some texts to family members as to where I was and my predicted time of arrival further Up North. It’s nice to be disconnected from technology when I’m on an adventure, other than using a phone to take pictures, but for those wondering how things are going when I’m camping, it can be a little unsettling. Apparently my cousins had been wondering back and forth on our common texting thread if I was okay and when I was expected. In my mind I had said I’d meet up with them in the afternoon, so I’d simply pushed it to the limits to maximize my time outdoors. My cousin Brad was having to drive from Southern Michigan anyways, so I figured we’d hook up just in time for dinner. Once contact was made in the early afternoon, the barrage of texts that came through were pretty funny. My son Todd summed it up best when he stated, “That was exciting to hear updates coming through on my run. Nothing gets the blood pumping like a lost Dad!” I’ll admit that I loved the idea of being the “Lost Dad,” especially since I wasn’t.
I met Brad and his son Jack in the Walmart parking lot after descending into Houghton, Michigan. From there I followed them to the Super 8 Hotel where we were staying; on the Keweenaw Waterway, across from Mont Ripley Ski Area, and next door to Michigan Tech University where Jack attends. The three of us regrouped and then Jack went into full bore tour guide mode. It’s something he seemed to enjoy and a trait I was soon to realize he was pretty darn good at too!
First up was a burger and fries at Quincy’s in nearby Laurium. Although I was still kind of full from my cookout in the campground earlier that day, it’s a meal that I’m always looking forward to having. The rustic decor was cool, and as promised by Jack, the burger was delicious.
Quincy's Restaurant
From there we drove up to Douglass Houghton Falls. Its drop is the highest in Michigan at 110 feet. Looking at it is a little dicey at best right now, but they are in the midst of developing a parking area in lieu of pulling off to the side of the road and are apparently going to build walkways and decks to cut down on erosion and near death experiences. The views were spectacular and although it did begin to drizzle, we carefully worked our way to the bottom of the ravine to take pictures, explore the rocks, and check out an old mine shaft. I’m sure the area has gone through many changes over the years, and will continue to do so as they work to make it safe, but it was well worth the visit. It was getting dark as we left and headed back.
Watch That Last Step
It's A Doozy!
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| Apparently Jack Had Done This Before Crazy Kid! |
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| I Was Amazed At The Height Of The Waterfall |
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| Jack In The Mouth Of The Mine Shaft That We Had Explored |
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| For The Love Of God, Be Careful Jack : ) |
At the hotel, Brad and I settled in for the night knowing that the following day would entail working, exploring, and partaking in some sort of an adventure. His son Jack headed back to his apartment to continue packing.
Early the next morning, Brad and I ran along the shoreline of the Waterway. The air was chilly, but it was fun to run an unfamiliar route. We got cleaned up, ate a continental breakfast, and headed over to Jack’s apartment.
Cleaning out Jack’s room, and filling the van that Brad had driven up, didn’t really take too long. It basically came down to the adage, “Many hands make light work.” The packing itself resembled the assembly of a jigsaw puzzle; when every piece has its specific place. Once finished, Jack proudly stood on the rickety old porch so Brad could take one last picture; both to document the occasion, and as proof that the building had once stood somewhat upright - and as of yet was not the pile of rubble it was destined for the next time winter winds blew out of the Northwest.
With a click of our heels, we drove the loaded vehicles back to the hotel parking lot and piled into my Jeep Liberty. Brad resumed his usual position of riding shotgun while Jack gave directions from the back seat. We had the rest of the day to explore whatever and wherever we wanted. We headed North. Along the way we stopped by a couple other waterfalls, including a few on the Eagle River.
The Eagle River Timber Arch Bridge 
The Same River - Looking The Other Way
As we drove, Jack pointed out the local sheriff’s house and other points of interest; commenting once that he couldn’t believe that someone had exchanged their Camaro for a Charger of which he wasn’t too keen. I asked him if he was familiar with these people and how he knew this information. He nonchalantly said he didn’t, and added something along the lines of he just paid attention to things that he saw. I was beginning to feel as if the world I knew was turning a bit upside down; which was kind of spooky considering that I myself am alert and observant to the small details that slip by most others. Jack’s attention to detail, however, was teetering on a different level.
After visiting the famously small Jampot bakery, we made a quick roadside stop at the Great Sand Bay Trailhead. Brad, who typically is reserved and a man of few words, got out to randomly talk to an unknown guy who had been working to stake property lines in the woods east of there and was putting away his gear. Apparently, through talking, they soon realized that they both knew fellow surveyors. When he returned to the Jeep and reported on what he had learned, Jack commented that you had to be careful back in that area the guy had been surveying - as the ground was marshy and full of sink holes. Seriously, what was happening to my world? Who were these people and what had they done to my cousins? Brad was breaking out of the norm of what I’d come to expect the last 50+ years, and how did Jack know these things?
Continuing up M-26, we passed Eagle Harbor and pulled into the boat launch for Lake Bailey. Over sixty years ago my Dad had camped on the island in the middle of that lake with his friend Tom Royce. They took a side trip in the midst of their adventure and spent the night up on nearby Mount Baldy, by throwing their sleeping bags on top of juniper bushes for cushioning. After taking a few pictures of the lake for my Dad to see later, we snapped some branches from a recently fallen dead tree to use as firewood before driving a few miles up to Esrey Park on the shores of Lake Superior. It was a beautiful setting despite the overcast skies and cool temperature. Choppy waves crashed on the rocks beside us.
Because we’ve always wanted to, we scooped water from the world’s largest fresh water lake into a pot, and set it over the fire we had started in the grill. We boiled the heck out of it to use for Brad’s coffee and the hot chocolate for Jack and me. Next to the pot of water we placed the two brook trout I had caught the afternoon prior - while on an overnight camping trip. The flaky, pink, meat would be the perfect light lunch prior to finishing our drive to the tip of the Keweenaw Peninsula.
Scooping Water From Lake Superior 
Boiling Water & Cooking Brook Trout
At Esrey Park
Once we were finished and had climbed around on the rocks, we backtracked a hair and got on the Brockway Mountain Drive. It rides the backbone of the peninsula and allows you to see a grand vista of Lake Superior and its rugged shoreline. We stopped at the observation area and took several pictures that included the area we had visited earlier around Lake Bailey, a freighter out on the big lake, and later the little town of Copper Harbor. The skies cooperated and opened up enough that we were able to see the rough outline of Isle Royale National Park; far to the North as an island on the horizon.
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| Lake Bailey, The Island & Mount Baldy On The Horizon |
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| A Close-up Of Lake Bailey's Island |
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| Copper Harbor |
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| Copper Harbor And Lake Fanny Hooe. Fort Wilkins State Park Is Located On The Strip Of Land Between The Lake And Harbor. |
After descending into Copper Harbor, we drove straight through the town and into Fort Wilkins State Park on the shore of Lake Fanny Hooe. We purchased a daily sticker and looked around the East campground. It was a trip down memory lane for me personally, as my wife and I had twice brought our kids here to camp when they were young (2004 & 2007). I found our old campsites, as well as the old cedar tree we had sat on for our family picture. Remembering such times made me reflective and somber. I love where we’re at with our family of adults, but how fun would it be to go back, for just a day, and enjoy everything that made your kids your kids?!
Jodi & Todd - 2004 
Old Cedar Trunks Out
Over Lake Fanny Hooe - 2025
Our Family On The Same Trunks - 2007
Neither Brad or Jack had ever visited the old fort in the park, so we walked over to tour the various buildings. We didn’t just walk through, however, we went into every single building - and if I’m not mistaken, read every single sign explaining the life and times when Fort Wilkins was an outpost in the northern wilderness. All of us immersed ourselves in the history of it for about an hour.
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| Jodi And Todd At The Fort - 2007 |
We then swung over to check out the rocky beach that overlooked the lighthouse in the harbor. It was super calm since the last time I was there with my family back in 2007; when thunderous waves had crashed and boomed into the rocky shore. We skipped stones like kids ourselves.
Calm Enough To Skip Stones - 2025 
2007
At Jack’s suggestion, we all got a “Portside” sandwich for dinner at the Mariner North restaurant. The sandwich of shaved beef and fries hit the spot! Before leaving town we stopped in the Minnetonka Resort after driving along the waterfront near the Isle Royale ferry. The woman in the resort’s gift shop was unpacking boxes to stock the shelves for the summer rush of tourists but stopped for a while to talk to us. Both Brad and I commented afterwards that we’d have loved to sit down and listen to her talk more about Isle Royale. We had found out that she’s on a committee for the island and has taken countless groups there over the years. It’s a place that Brad and I, along with his twin brother Brian, have talked about visiting since we were wee lads. She sounded like the kind of person that could answer any questions we’d have that would perhaps someday help us step foot on its shore; she was someone with valuable firsthand knowledge. I bought a T-shirt and two stickers from her to add to the back window of my Jeep.
Leaving town, we made one more stop at Hunter’s Point Park. Cindy and I had walked the trails with our kids soon after it had originally opened. Trails were now marked with signage and started from a developed trailhead. For once on this trip, I knew an area of the North Country a hair bit better than Jack. Not that it was a competition, but it was funny how knowledgeable he was on most of what we had visited. We hiked to the point on the narrow strip of land that creates the western arm for Copper Harbor; talking, looking at rocks, and listening to the waves on the northern shore as we went. Arriving at the tip, we wished that it was warmer so we could wade the gap to Porters Island. Instead we posed for a picture and once again skipped rocks. On our way back to the Jeep we scared out a deer that had been hiding right next to us and just off the trail.
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| Hunter's Point - 2007 |
Driving the return trip to Houghton, we talked as men who were content. It had been a great day spent together as family members! We stopped twice more before coming into our hotel after dark. Once was for ice cream in a waffle cone at “Sundae In The Park” located in the small town of Mohawk, and then at F.J. McLain State Park to watch an awesome sunset over the pier and light house.
That evening, Brad and Jack slept in the beds of the hotel, and I crashed on the floor - sandwiched between my two wool blankets that I’d had for camping. I was so tired that I slept solid throughout the entire night! We woke early though, packed our gear, and had breakfast at the “Copper Range Depot” to fuel up for our drives home, but not before picking up some Cornish pasties at Roy’s for Cindy and me. With one final picture to commemorate our time together, we went our separate ways; Brad and Jack - each in their own vehicles headed back to Jackson County, Michigan and me to the Illinois-Wisconsin stateline border. It had been quite a tour of the Keweenaw Peninsula and one we’d long remember!
See you along The Way…
Jack, Me, & Brad
Saying Goodbye to Houghton, Michigan
At The Base Of The
Keweenaw Peninsula
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