The U.P. weaves its web around unsuspecting visitor, capturing and holding them in its forces.

After yesterday's muddy mess, we take a dip in the river to help clean up our act.

Engines roaring, cheers abounding, mud flying high in the air... racing in Baraga begins.

If you haven't toured the Copper Harbor Marina, by either vessel or automobile lately...

A couple Keweenaw critters - a little one with puffed-up cheeks and a heap of tenacity...

U.P. green as far as the eye can see... soaked by thunderstorms in the region overnight.

About a hundred years ago folks in Calumet got together to celebrate their heritage...