Everyone who drives to the end (or the beginning) of US 41 in Copper Harbor, will inevitably take M-26 on their return trip. If you deviate off to the left just past town, you'll ascend to the heights of Brockway Mountain and some spectacular views. Larry Furgason did just that on a motorcycle trip he aptly billed as 'Retirement Dream' in his Guest Gallery. So many different sights to behold up there, Lake Superior, Keweenaw Mountain Lodge, several inland lakes, including this one... ok, name that lake!

good morning all

Good morning everyone!

I'll be up in da Yoop in 5 hours....

Good morning. Beautiful scene this morning. I can almost smell the fresh air. Have a good day.

My wife and I were just there last week. We hope to be up next month also. I need the peace that the U.P. provides.

Lake Bailey!!

Lake Medora. What's the prize?

In two weeks I'll be standing right there. I can't wait! Beautiful!

Looks good regardless of which one it is. Mornin'

the beauty of the pic brings a calm serene feeling over me. ahhhh thank you

Bob T/Michigan;
You're right!! I just checked the DNR map. Lake Bailey is closer to Eagle Harbor. Lake Medora is south of Brockway, as the picture shows. Any one ever fish there?
Sorry for the confusion. I think the prize should be a free trip up Brockway Mountain Drive.

What's in a name ....

Wonder why Medora's former name back in the 1800's was Mosquito Lake. Some developers spin most likely, like Fake Lake.

Yes, Bob T. named it correctly - Lake Medora.

Brockway is a very important location for the Pasty.NET high-speed wireless network. It is the relay point which sends the Internet signal down into Eagle Harbor, Agate Harbor, and Copper Harbor (by way of the Keweenaw Mountain Lodge). Since there is no electricity on the top of Brockway, all of the equipment is powered by solar-charged batteries (with wind supplement in the winter months).

Constructing the Pasty.NET broadband network has been an exciting experience, taking us to many such high spots around the Keweenaw Peninsula. In the shot above I can barely make out the hump on the horizon which is Mt. Horace Greeley. That's the site of the old radar base, where the relay from Laurium is received. Here is a shot from the top of the old radar building, looking back toward today's Brockway location:

Wonderful Picture. 6 Days and I will be on my way UP. :-)

Mike - Transplanted Yooper - I have not fished on Medora, but I have heard good things about it for walleye and pike. However the water is VERY clear and the fish are spooked easily.

We come up and fish the Portage Lake. Which is where I will be in 6 days. Great Walleye water!

GOOD MORNING U.P. I WAS THERE 2 WEEKS AGO,I ALREADY MISS YOU.I WANT TO SAY THANK YOU FOR EVERYONE WHO HELPED ME PLAN MY VACATION.I COULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FRIENDLY YOU PEOPLE ARE.GOD BLESS YOU ALL.WELL NOW WHEN I AM STUCK IN TRAFFIC IN CHICAGO I REFLECT BACK TO LAKE FANNIE HOE OR BIENG ON TOP OF BROCKWAY MOUNTAIN LOOKING DOWN AT THE TREES AND LAKES AND IT MAKES ALL THE NOISE AND PEOPLE AND PRESSURE MELT AWAY JUST FOR A FEW SECONDS.I REALLY WANT TO SAY THANKS TO YOU PEOPLE (ON THIS WEB SITE)YOU ARE THE ONES WHO HELPED ME PLAN MY VACATION.I WROTE A MONTH AGO AND ASKED IF I SHOULD BRING FOOD,WELL AFTER READING EVERYONES MAIL ABOUT HELPING YOUR ECONOMY I AM PROUD TO SAY I DID ALL MY SHOPPING IN THE AREA.I EVEN STOPPED TO SHOP IN THE REAL SMALL TOWNS.ONCE AGAIN I SAY THANK YOU AND I HOPE TO SEE YOU THIS WINTER FOR SOME WINTER FUN.

Good Morning All,
I've been a fan of pasty.com for years now and try to check out the pic of the day and read the attached comments as often as I can. The only post I have ever submitted though, is a 'Good Morning' and got an 'early bird' for it earlier this year.
The theme this summer seems to be a countdown to vacations and return trips to the U.P. After reading of everyone's vacations that have already occurred and everyone's countdowns to those that are yet to occur, I felt it was time to send in my first true post and report that I am now a day shy of departure for my own vacation and return to the U.P. A quick stop in Negaunee tomorrow for the night and then on to Bergland and Lake Gogebic for 4 days of fishing.
Can't wait!!
Drive safely everyone...

Another nice shot from Da Keweenaw. Wish I vas dere and hope to make it to Mead Creek (on the Manistique) or Reed and Green (on the Two Hearted) this next weekend.

I 'spect it's gettin' a bit difficult to find enuff water to paddle the western Yoop rivers. Maybe next May and June?

Today is my first day back after a week in Copper Harbor.. WONDERFUL... planning for 2005!! When in Copper Harbor enjoying an ice cream at the Berry Patch.. the owners said that sometime on 7/27 their store signs were taken... one was recovered.. on M26 4 miles west of the Harbor.. the other.. a sandwich board sign.. one side of a girl eating a cone and the other a boy with a cone was still not found.. has it been found?? The said a reward was offered... the owners seemed really sad!!! Like all in the Harbor they are very nice friendly people and brought smiles to my kids faces!!! I hope they can find their sign!! thanks to all who made our vacation one of the best!!!

I Have fished Medora. Walleye and smallmouth
were fair.The pike fishing would be better on Portage lake.You won`t find a prettier lake to fish though. There is a public launch off #41.

I lived, for a very short time, in an apartment in Lake Linden in a home once owned by Mr Brockway (Daniel--I think). The apartment contained a lovely grandfather clock, which I was told had been the Brockway family clock. The women who owned the home was a decendent...the house has since been torn down, it was a very old house on Front Street and across from LLHHS. I have forgotten her name and the personal stories she told me. Does anyone know her name and the history of the Brockway family in the Copper Country??

Thank you! I'll collect that prize on my next trip. I hope I can do it this fall and see the colors. I haven't done that since my last K-Day at Fort Wilkins while at MTU. By the way, I checked the lake name on topozone.com with just a few clicks.

Charlie or others.....I thought the gift shop on the mountain had electicity. Always thought that would be a great job, working that gift shop!

Mary Lou, I think it was Miss farwell. She was a granddaughter.

The Brockway Diary Collection contains thirty-one diaries dating to the period 1866-1897. Four individuals kept the diaries, Daniel D. Brockway, his wife Lucena Brockway, J.N. Scott and his wife "Mrs. J.N. Scott." It is probable that this last individual is the Brockway's daughter, Sarah L. Scott, one of the earliest white persons to have been born in the Lake Superior region. The majority of the diaries (twenty-seven of the thirty-two items) are of Lucena Brockway.

D.D. Brockway was born in Morrisville, Vermont May 2, 1815 and moved with his brother to Washtenaw County in Lower Michigan in 1831. Lucena Brockway was born in May 1816 in Eden, New York, the daughter of Dr. James Harris. The two were married in Kalamazoo County, Michigan on January 21, 1836. In 1843 D.D. and Lucena moved to L'Anse, where he had been appointed government blacksmith and mechanic. It was their hope to assist the Indians in this remote region of Michigan. In May 1846, the Brockways and their three children moved to Copper Harbor and built the town's first house, which was operated as a hotel for many years. For the next two decades D.D. became involved in many different business ventures in what we now know as Keweenaw County. He became agent of the North West Mine (later named the Delaware), discovered and served as agent for the Cape Mine, operated the Phoenix Hotel in Eagle River, operated a store (Brockway and Perry) in Copper Harbor with his son-in-law G.W. Perry, and also had associations with the Atlas Mining Company and the Michigan Mining Company. Daniel moved the family again to Lower Michigan in 1869, only to return in 1872 to start a store (D.D. Brockway and Son) at the Cliff mine with son Albert. 1879 was marked by Daniel's nine-month journey to the Black Hills in search of gold. Brockway was appointed agent of the Cliff Mine in 1881, and served in this capacity through 1895 (Brockway's relationship with the Cliff Mine was enhanced through the marriage of his daughter, Charlotte, to Oliver Farwell, an earlier agent of the mine). In 1895 D.D. and Lucena retired to Lake Linden. Lucena died on March 3, 1899, with D.D. following two months later on May 9, 1899. The Brockways had four children, Charlotte L. (Farwell), Sarah L. (Scott), Anna B. (Gray), and Albert A. Brockway.

The diaries were preserved with other material by Brockway's granddaughter, Olive Farwell (1881 - 1974). The items came to the MTU Archives as part of a donation from Wilvan Gardner in 1984. Gardner, another descendant of Brockway, acted as a conduit for the material from Olive's estate. The Brockway diaries are valuable tools for understanding the business and social structures existing in the early pioneer era of the Keweenaw copper district. The large portion of the collection centers on Lucena's diaries and, on one level, they provide valuable insights into her husband's business activities and the people and events of her time. On another level they reflect one woman's perspective on the many challenges of life in a remote, rural region.

Mark W IL - Glad to hear you had a good time in the UP and I trust you enjoyed many of the 'local treats'!

I ATE ICE CREAM IN COPPER HARBOR ATE AT THE LODGE THERE ATE AT THE GERMAN PLACE.I TOURED THE MUSUEMS.I PURCHASED A FISHING LICENCE IN A SMALL STORE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE.I ATE PASTYS, I ATE THAT CINNAMON TOAST.WHAT WONDERFUL FLAVORS AND WHAT WONDERFUL PEOPLE ESPECIALLY THAT ICE CREAM SHOP IN COPPER HARBOR I SPENT 20 MINUTES TALKING TO THOSE 2 SPECIAL PEOPLE.

I love this site! Ed, thank you for the history lesson of the Brockways...so interesting!

Ed mi
Thanks for the information on Brockway. Once I read it, I remembered that the lady's first name was Olive -- We always called her Miss Farwell. I wish I was closer to the Tech Archives. They have so much stuff that I would like to read.

Great photo...per the usual great people behind the cameras. This may be off the course, but sadie from Friday (sounds like a steamy novel??!!) made the comment that the teachers today may not be teaching but testing. Seems about right from what I read. Also bethecute1 had a similar comment. #1 son is a math (you get your math ability from your mother, I always tell him) teacher and has taught the last 4 years in public schools, high school. He taught 3 years in WI and one in IN. His last principal told him he didn't spend enough time teaching, as she observed him "teaching " for about 15 minutes then went from student to student going over a test that was taken the day before. So much for cumstomer service. Seems to me he was teaching. Math is a skill that we all need and need to learn. For some it comes easy (all those tech toots!) and the rest....
Saw a great program on PBS about the Oregon Trail. To point you to CA was a pile of "gold", to point you to Oregon, was a written sign. All the readers ended up in Oregon.
I know someone, perhaps roudy, can come up with a yooper comparison

J Atlanta and ed...Thank you for the information. Yes, now I remember..it was Olive Farwell, she was a very nice lady and lived in the apartment upstairs...her grandfather"s clock remainded in my downstairs apartment. It was 1959 and we had arrived from Ann Arbor for a short time before returning to the university. Miss Farwell would visit with me and tell me personal stories of her family.....I always enjoyed her visits. I only wish I took notes.

I was admiring that same beatiful view two weeks ago today as I started my UP vacation.

Can't wait to get back!!

Good Morning from Houston! I could stand at that same place all day and just take it all in! There is something about being that high up, and looking at such a vast amount of beauty that is good for the soul!

Ya'll have a good day!

Ed in MI,

Thank you for the history FYI. I always enjoy hearing or reading personal history of individual people. Not that history of nations, lands, civiliaztions, etc... are not important; but it is the people themselves that always get my attention!

It is thundering here today in Iowa---who knows---maybe some rain will follow? My tomatoes will be happy then!

Take care and have a good week,
Cindy

Just got back from there. Had a great week and came home with four jars of jam and two packages of cookies from the Jampot.

LOO LOO MAE ARE YOU STILL HAVING NICE WEATHER. IT'S GOING TO BE ONLY 100 HERE IN VEGAS TODAY. ONLY THREE MORE WEEKS LEFT WITH THE GRAND KIDS. TELL LOW GRADE I SAID HI.

I was in San Francisco over the weekend and the Saturday Chronicle had a feature article about a man in Berkeley who builds replica Stradivarius violins. He uses wood retrieved from the "icy waters of Lake Superior," which gives the violins a special quality. He told the interviewer that the wood has been at the bottom of Lake Superior for nearly 200 years, trees felled by early loggers, and that because it's in a near-zero oxygen environment, there is no decay but good aging to what were already old-growth trees at the beginning of the 19th century. It's probably still on the Chronicle website, www.sfgate.com.

Doesn't Lake Medora have an island in the center of it? why doesn't that show in the photo? Where is Hwy 41 in relation to this photo?

YOOPER IN VEGAS - YES IT HAS BEEN QUITE WARM HERE AND I GOT QUITE BURNT AT THE LAKE YESTERDAY! I TOLD YOU THAT UP COME TO THE U.P. AT THE WRONG TIME! SO IS ALL YOUR HAIR WHITE YET OR WILL YOU BE BALD THE NEXT TIME YOU COME UP?

What a great picture to look at to start my workweek here in Milwaukee. I've been in that beautiful spot many times in the past. Before long, I am going to jump in my new truck and head home!!

Could someone please tell me the dates of the HOME football games of the Calumet Copper Kings. Thanks

Did anybody come up with a total for our Pasty lighthouse purchase???

I just made my first trip back to God's country since 1975. I didn't realize how much I missed it 'till I was there. I've GOT to write and tell someone about it, it was a most memorable and enjoyable trip, and a little sad, somehow . . .

My second child and oldest daughter, my 18 year old, has graduated from high school (praise be to God and pass the potatoes). I asked her where she would like to go for her senior trip, and she answered that she wanted to go on a road trip with her best friend on a driving tour of the UP. I answered that it was fine with me, but neither of them knew how to drive. HER answer was "No, but you do." How surprising is it to find out that you are your child's best friend???

We bundled ourselves up and took off for the north country, planning to drive from place to place during the day, taking pictures as we went and learning a bit of history, then camp overnight in whatever camping areas were available and not too expensive. We drove north from Lansing, stopped here and there to see the places we stopped on our way north when I was a kid, and marveled in how much and how little had changed.

In Mackinaw City, we stopped and she got her first "live" look at the REAL Big Mac. It was a brilliantly sunny morning, the bridge was set against a clear blue sky that was mirrored by the almost still waters of the Straits. She was both impressed and terrified . . . "You mean we'll be driving over THAT???" It was a great experience for me as well, since every other time I'd been over the bridge I'd been a passenger in a rickety old church bus. It's a very humbling feeling to drive over that bridge, knowing that it was an engineering miracle, and that it had been open to traffic only 18 days longer than I've been alive.

We made a short stop in St. Ignace, then took a left onto 41 . . . from there on it was a constant mess of ooh-ing and ah-ing from the passenger side of the vehicle. Having seen the sights before, I was more interested in watching her reactions, but managed to get a few memory jogging views in for myself, especially the Cut River Bridge. This time, almost 30 years later, I chose not to take those long steps down to the lake front, and since I wouldn't, daughter wouldn't either . . .

Along about dark, we pulled into a campground just east of Escanaba, and she joked about camping "In almost but not quite Escanaba with no moonlight but lots of Aurorae and lightening." The next morning, we drove into town and she was treated to seeing the sights that she'd seen only in the movies, and to being served breakfast by some of the friendliest people in the world.

A bit of a back tracking, and we headed north again . . . she made me stop so she could harvest porcupine quills from a "clean" road kill. She makes beaded jewelry and porcupine quills are all the rage right now . . . Ishpeming and Marquette followed as stops of interest to me, and I watched my daughter falling in love . . . by the time we reached L'Anse, she confided that she finally knew why she'd always felt a pull taking her north . . . Another night under the stars turned into a night holding down the tent as a storm blew in off the Big Lake. I was more than a little frightened, but she was energized, growing more determined to become a transplanted Yooper . . . I warned her that this was just a little upset compared to what comes off the Lake in the winter, but she just smiled . . . It was about this point that I discovered I was searching out my own ethnic roots as well as showing my girl around God's Country.

We visited Baraga, then continued North . . I remember being asked if I was in the area for the up-coming pow-wow, and I replied I wasn't though deep down I was wishing that time would allow for it. Past experiences with the "Bloods" attitudes toward "Breeds" in my area had soured me in attending gatherings, but the women I visited with were very open and welcoming, made me wish we WERE Yoopers . . . one of them called herself a "Findian," how completely refreshing . . . We gathered drift-wood from the beach while we visited with these ladies on "Pampers Beach", and then continued our trek north.

In Houghton/Hancock, she was delighted by the bridge between the towns, which she was lucky enough to watch open and close. I'd never seen it before either . . . Laurium next, then a SLOW drive north from there, up Memory Lane. Ahmeek, the Brick Boat, and I was sad that it was in such a state of disrepair . . . perhaps someone should think of restoring it and putting in a plaque . . . maybe with some of the history behind it, because I don't know the whys and wherefores of a brick boat . . . Calumet, too, held memories, and LOADS of construction. But things were much as I remembered them . . .

Northward ho, and my northern-most target was achieved, Eagle River, Camp Gitchie Gumee and the Big Lake. She visited the Jam Lady, then we wandered the beach looking for agates and driftwood and other interesting flotsam. The Big Lake was VERY calm, allowing me to point out the wooden keel of the sunken boat just off the beach. That keel held a rather frightening and completely hilarious memory for me . . . It was the summer of 1975, and my sisters and I had gone to see Jaws and were scared out of the water for weeks. Then, our annual trip north came, and we braved the waters of Gitchie Gumee. On one visit to the Lake, the waves were wonderfully huge, just right for body surfing . . . Fully stretched out, reveling in the power of the lake, suddenly something slammed into me, scraping the skin from underarm to knee . . . My first thought was "SHARK!" My next thought was "You idiot, there are no Great Whites in Lake Superior." My NEXT thought was, I've been bitten by a sunken boat. In the time that it took me to think all that, I had levitated out of the water and performed the most spectacular exhibition of running on the waves ever seen before or since. My sisters were delighted by the hilarity, until they saw the ragged mess the keel had made of my skin, I was scraped raw from stem to stern. My story was met with gales of laughter from my daughter, and I had to chuckle about it too . . . though I still have light scarring from it, it was only a "flesh wound."

Next, we stopped at Camp Gitchee Gumee. I showed her all the sights there, hoping we would run into Mel or Pastor Hart, SOMEONE who was there when I was . . . Alas, no one I remembered was about, and it was family week as well, so strange faces were met with suspicious or disapproving looks. We ran into a lot of locked doors too, something I didn't recall encountering when I "was a kid." . . . To be expected, I suppose, considering the times we live in, but not in synch with my memories of the place. I took a lot of pictures of "my cabin" and the dining hall, the bell, the bridge, the tabernacle and told her about the pole that was put near the dining hall that everyone carved on, and a lot of other camp tales, and we headed on down the road again. I wonder what ever happened to some of those carved poles, there was often some nice artwork on them.

We did the Brockway tour, and more oohs and ahs came from the passenger seat. In Marquette we zigged instead of zagging and drove to Pictured Rocks. On the way we stopped in Christmas, and I took some pictures while she snoozed in the van. Funny, I used to do the same thing on our way home when I was a kid. I told her that she was sleeping through Christmas, and she said to just save the presents for later . . . She was awake and impressed by Miners' Castle and everything else there was to see, including the park ranger, who was "cute." I reminded her that he was not part of the sight-seeing tour . . .

Off we went again, down roads that were barely fit for travel, until we reached Twelve Mile Beach. We both suggest that the beach be renamed "Black Fly Beach," or as her dislexic parent said "Floo Shy Beach." While we were down there rock picking and agate hunting and looking for "Worry Wood," we discovered that my blue jeans were black with the little buggers. They seemed to enjoy the taste of Deet. Luckily none of them bit, at least not until we were back in the car, when one particularly spiteful bug gave me a parting nip on the ankle.

Somewhere along the way we managed to get ourselves lost, and onto a road that we couldn't find on the maps, and I still can't find, even on the county maps. However, at a junction of one uncharted road with another, we encountered a wonderful restaurant, and had some of the best (but of course not THE best) pasties I'd ever tasted, and her very first. She's hooked, and has been nagging for me to either order some as soon as possible (I'd prefer to have them during cold weather, but hey, that's me) or get her a recipe so she can make her own. She's an accomplished little cook, so I'll try to oblige her. HELP! I NEED A PASTY RECIPE QUICK, OR MY DAUGHTER WILL DISOWN ME! This request, of course, on a site that lets you order the things. Like they're going to give the recipe away . . . but anyone wanting to send me one, my e-mail is Raven_Ravnos@yahoo.com. I promise I won't tell anyone you did it. ;-)

We finally found ourselves again, on 123, and drove along to Tahquamenon Falls. I hope I spelled that right. Next stop, Paradise. Why not, we'd been to ••••, it's north of Ann Arbor . . . I notice the site won't allow the name of the town, 'cause it's also a cuss word. So those of you from out of state, check out a map, just north of Ann Arbor and south of Pinkney on Patterson Lake Road . . .

Another night under the stars then up to White Fish Point, then back down again, where we met up with a nice young man who was kind enough to teach us what fresh on the ground uncut sweet grass looked like, thank you nice young man, whoever you are. Now we don't have to pay the ridiculously high prices that are asked for at pow-wows under the Bridge, we can just wander searching for a patch, and maybe even get some seed before fall hits . . .

We did a quick driveby of Kincheloe, then on to the Soo, another attraction I slept through when I was a kid. Hey, back then, it had been a long eventful week at camp, and I was dog tired . . . We watched one of the Big Boys go east through the Locks, while the tour boat went west. I'm impressed. I was also impressed by, and depressed by, the security imposed . . . I suppose it's necessary, someone might try to stop traffic through the Lakes by blowing up the Locks. But why not the same level of security at Big Mac, I wonder?

From there, we started south again and made our way back over the Bridge. This particular evening, because our tent had yet another soaking (this time from HEAVY dew fall) we were planning to stay over-night in a cabin or hotel south of Traverse City, then head east and south toward Reed City and Nirvana. We drove through Petosky and Charlevoix, then into Traverse City. It was almost midnight when we pulled into the hotel, and Mom went in to check in to the room she'd reserved over the phone (thank goodness for the evil known as cell phones). Alas, for some reason the credit card was denied (we never did find out why, there should have been no problem), and the room cost more than I had on me in cash. In fact, despite the fact that it was just this side of a flea trap, it was more expensive than ALL the camp sites we stayed in on the UP put together, plus some. Thanks, Yoopers, for not gouging us tourists as much as we're gouged at such Traps as you find run by Trolls.

After several tense phone calls between Mom and Dad via cell phone (which mercifully and mysteriously had no signal as long as we were north of the Bridge), it was decided I should drive straight through home, as long as I called every hour on the hour to let him know we weren't in a ditch or piled up against a deer or something. I somehow made the 4 and a half hour drive in 2 hours, and I swear I didn't break any speed laws. Really I didn't. AND despite going out of my way by fifty miles. Which was a blessing, since it caused me to miss running into or even being part of a nasty pile-up on 127. What's that quote about working in mysterious ways?

We missed Reed City and Nirvana, but we can do that in an afternoon on a later date.

It was a wonderful trip, and even though I had to go home early (three days early, because we couldn't use that old wet tent again until it had dried out, and we didn't want to stay in one place long enough for that to happen). I got home, though, to a wonderful surprise. The reason my husband had wanted an every hour on the hour call, was because they were trying to put the finishing touches on the newly refinished wood floors that he and a half dozen of his friends were rushing to get finished before I arrived. What a marvelous surprise, and who knew all that lovely wood was under that ugly carpet. And because I got home early, and everything was already out of the room, we got my colors purchased and the painting done. Hurray!

So much for my saga. I just had to tell someone about it. Thanks for allowing me to spout.

Kathy

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Timeless timbers, Ashland Wi.

That is indeed Lake Medora.

Good walleye, Bass and Perch.

If you know where to look we have caught 10-14
inch perch here. ;-)

This view is basically south and the view towards
the west has Lake bailey in it. Bailey Has
the island in the middle of it.

Haven't fished it in years, only 2 deeper holes in it, it weeds up in the summer. Used to have
some nice Tiger Muskie planted in it. We used to ice fish there in college, you'd spud thru 3 feet of ice and if you were in the wrong spot, you hit mud. ;-)

Was tough to find the holes back then, now with GPS it would be a lot easier.

I fished Lake Medora last thursday, with my 2 sons, 2 daughther-in-laws, and 2 grandsons. First time they all had fished it, we took a fair amount of small mouth bass. Mostly small bass with only a few keepers. We fished about 3 hours, then moved over to Lac LaBelle. Did a lot better on pan fish and walleyes. Great Time, but all good things have to come to an end. Back to work in Troll land. Enjoyed our week back home.

To UP Gal There are a few small islands onj Lake Medora. Hwy. 41 is on the far side, towards tho Mt. in the background. I have fished Lake Medora in the past. I fished it in the 50s & 60s . We caught quite a few Whitefish and some rainbow trout on flies in the evenings.The whitefish have dissapeared and the lake has walleye,perch, and some bass. I went out fishin with Jake Lane quite a bit. He stayed at Al Demarois place On 41, who rented boats to the fishers.

smf in troll land

Well I didn't add it all up, but I think we may have been a little short... The bean counters didn't get anything going either. We probabley offended them! So maybe the WONDERFUL Pasty Camers who are Accountants by Trade could look into the fund raising and the 501(3c) or whatever so we can have a Pasty Light...

No offense taken, mckenneyp! By preparing tax returns for 12 years I've probably been called a lot worse. Just one question; is a Pasty Light anything like a Bud Light?

Bean Counter from Fremont

See the posts on this page:

http://www.pasty.com/discuss/messages/2392/2829.html

It could be kind of like a Bud Light, it would look great and be less filling, to you wallet that is...

In fact for anyone that missed it smf and I are taking 'pledges' to buy th Jacobsville light and make it a Pasty Light...

see below link

http://www.jacobsvillelighthouse.com./Index.html

Kathy, what a great story. What a wonderful memory for the both of you. Mel lives close to the camp and Pastor Hart spends time in troll-land and I think Florida. His knees are bad and cannot walk like he used to.
Sent a photo of the Jake light to my son, taken by Jon Anderson. Told him it was his gift. Ha Ha
I think we are a few thousand short of an offer;(

Absolutely beautiful as is all of the Keweenaw. How I wish I could get back there for a visit. Visiting the various Keweenaw websites makes the internet worth while.

I use to through rocks over the edge, hope no one was down bellow.

62 days and counting till I'm back in the UP again...

Missing the Sandstone -

We are NEVER short of an offer, just a matter of who wants to call and get laughed at...

My husband and I were also in the Keewenaw last week, camping at Fort Wilkins. We had absolutely gorgeous weather and put 158 miles on our tandem in 3 days (if you saw the crazy bikers on top of Brockway Mountain, that was us - I'll never let my husband talk me into doing that again!). We stopped at Stillwaters on our way up and bought some vegetarian and beef pasties. WOW! They were the best we've ever had!Wish we were still there - found myself looking for thimbleberries along the road on our bike ride this morning. Thanks Keewenaw, for a wonderful vacation!

Kathy, what a beautiful story! So happy you and your daughter got to do it. My daughter and I did a similar trip to Prince Edward Island, Canada. So special.

One year, one of my dear friends (yes...you Kelby) and I left Lake Linden in the middle of the night, to get to the top of Brockway...during the full Harvest Moon! We watched the sun come up, the moon go down, and just about every other kind of weather, except for snow! But we were wearing winter coats, as it was cold! The pictures I took, were just incredible, with my Mom saying they looked "Biblical"...rain storms walking over us, sunbursts in other areas...all you had to do, was spin around and you saw it all.

Ain't nothing like a "Brockway Moment"....

Kathy, now that your daughter has experienced the very specialness of the UP, perhaps she'll look into the possibilities of attending Northern Michigan University in Marquette, Michigan Tech in Houghton, or even more fun, Finlandia University in Hancock. Best wishes from a new Yooper. A²

thank you all for the extremely interesting stories and history lessons today and everyday also. learning about yooper land and then experiencing it as you travel there is even better. great people living there now too. sharing personal memories here is the greatest.
my motorhome is begging to go there again soon.

love the smoked fish from da superior.

Welcome back, Darrell!

That's a beautiful picture of Lake Medora; actually not all of the lake is seen in the picture. As a young man in '46& '47 I fished there three or four evenings every week during the warmest part of the summer. The lake had a large amount of Whitefish and when the off-shore breeze started in the evening the flies and bugs were blown out on to the water and the whitefish attacked. We cast our flies among the real ones and caught a lot of 12 to 18 inch fish. I say "a lot" but there was about a five catch limit. It was fun for a fly fisherman. It doesn't seem like there are whitefish there now. They are hard to catch because of their small and sensitive mouth. I dream of that fishing often.

I also remember talking to old men who were lumberjacks in that area and they told stories of how they cut down timber in the winter and skid the logs out onto the ice. Before the spring thaws,they would build a dam at the place where the water flows out and raise the lake level by a few feet. When all the logs were herded to the face of the dam, they used dynamite to break the dam and torrents of water flowed out carrying the logs down to the Montreal River and then out to Lake Superior. The lumberjacks had to go along and break up any log jams -- dangerous work. If you visit the mouth of the Montreal River and walk upstream there are still sunken logs in the river.

Enough history for today!! :)

For the record, this bean counter was NOT offended. Just a very practical, overworked one. I would not even attempt to set up a 501(3c) without the advice of an attorney.

I miss Sharon's bear. I wonder if the little guy is still hanging around now that she took the bird feeder down for a month or so. Maybe he's out eating all those blueberries. I hope he leaves some for me!!! Another beautiful day in the UP. Welcome back Darrel....anyone heard from H of Oklahoma? Hope he made it back home okay.

Darn, somebody beat me to the answer by about 12 hours. I knew I should have checked pasty.com earlier today. Oh well. Always a day late and a Lake Medora Whitefish short of a full fishing creel. By the way Gus, the Lake Medora Whitefish are still there. Every few years when the conservation dept. nets fish out of the lake for tests, they still show up. But good luck trying to catch one.

Kathy,
Thanks for uploading all your wonderful times touring the U.P. I was right there with you and your daughter. I'll even read it again when I need another fix.

Actually it is a 501 (c) (3) and I run one from 1937 origination and am an attorney and you are right. Get professtion advice..........and pay for it so you can sue the nitwit who messes it up later......Tricky business..........

Jim B- Downtown Milwaukee-
Try http://www.clkschools.org
maybe they have updated the website.

Awesome! This is the second time in about three weeks that I've logged in and the bridge was up on the cam! I love it!

Bob, Eagle Wis. Thanks for the info on the fish. I didnt know for sure if the whitefish were still there, I heard reports of no more whitefish in Medora. The belief years ago was that the Medora whitefish was a rare strain similar to but different than the Menominee whitefish.We sure had a lot of fun catching them. We tied our own flies with a lot of hackle so they would float right on top of the water. They were very good eating too,similar to a Lake Superior herring. Good fishing.

It's hot and sticky here in Lower Michigan. Bet
the cool breezes are a blowen in the U.P. Yoopers
send us down some cool breezes. Like to cool off
a bit. Thanks!

Does anyone out there know if there is a "farmer's market" in the Houghton/Hancock area during the week? If so, when and where is it? Thanks.

Thanks, Kathy from Lansing for reminding me of the 'brick boat,' although my grandson refers to it as 'the big old stone boat.' Sadly, it is in disrepair. The area around the boat has been cleared and I hope it is a good sign - hopefully the boat will be refurbished? I certainly hope so. It holds a tradition for our family. In early 1950's, mom, dad, my brother and I made our first visit to the U.P. Dad took a photo of my brother and I on the boat. When I married and had children, we made our trips back to the boat for photos. When my children grew up and brought their children to visit grandma, yes, the grandchildren were photographed. It's a family tradition. Maybe someone 'out there' can let us know what is happening to 'the big old stone boat.'

We always called it " The Battleship Kearsage "

Whoa boy if have to get Attorneys involved in the Pasty Light count me out... I use to work for 'em!!

:-)

See you all tommarow!

Can anyone answer this for me...It's been years since I've been there and I was smaller at the time. But I am trying to figure out where this General store is. If I remember right it's in Eagle Harbor, I remember the sign outside saying something about president Lincoln being there. It's at a curve and as you pass it there is lake superior. There use to be dogs that would climb on the roof of the building on the corner. I remember being little waiting for my parents to come out of the store and watching those dogs. I have also gotten many a sweat shirt there that say Eagle Harbor on it. Is that where it is and whats the name of the store? I hope this is making some sense to people. If I can find the picture I have of the sign I will send it to pasty and see what comes of it...Thanks

Note to anyone who knew or heard of Armour Sarkela, the fisherman from Sedar Bay: Today his old boat was transported from its parking spot on Lake Superior's shore on its way to a final resting place at a museum in Eagle Harbor. Peter Oikarinen wrote a wonderful book about Mr. Sarkela entitled "Armour, A Lake Superior Fisherman" which includes both fascinating text and superb photos. A²

Dear Andy- Just finished reading the book about Armour, he sure lived a simply life & a hard worker. My grandfather was mentioned in the book, Henry Waananen from Ahmeek. Glad to here that his boat will be kept for future generations to learn about the hard times on the Big Lake. There were some great photo's of them on the boat, everyone should read the book.

Andy--- Thanks for the update on Armour's boat. I haven't been to Sedar Bay in a long time, but I remember Armour well from when my family had a cottage there. I was just thinking of him yesterday when I was cutting some wildflowers for a bouquet. I remember him coming to have dinner with us and saying that he was never much one for flowers, but he "sure liked them black-eyed Susies". Whenever they bloom, I think of those years at Sedar Bay.

DMac...I do remember being up on Brockway with the weather doing what our weather does best. The rain clouds were swirling all around, with the full moon on one side and the sun rising on the other. It was almost cold enough to snow! Certainly was a "Brockway Moment", one that everyone should have a chance to see!

lost yooper: It's the Eagle Harbor General Store. The sign says that it was there before Lincoln was president. Still operating during season by some nice people.

For people looking for the general store, or other sites (or sights) around Eagle Harbor, go to George's Eagle Harbor Web at http://www.eagleharborweb.net/. You can also get to it from the link on Pasty.com. Don't look for George during sailing season tho'. He'll do more posting in the fall.

To "Me"... Thanks for the info on the CHS Copper Kings website. The football schedule was on it. I can now make my plans to come on home!!!

http://www.kearsarge.navy.mil/ the latest USS Kearsarge

maija--Thanks for the info...I thought thats what it was but wasn't sure. Glad to hear that it's still there...

Just showing my Mom how to send you guys a message......

The D.D. Brockway info earlier in this board is copied from the
MTU listings of the Van Pelt archives. While it is true that Wilvan
Gardner (born 1908) donated the diaries, he is NOT a Brockway
descendent.
His parents were Octave and Emma (Childs) Gardner. Octave's
parents were Klaephus desJardins and Eleanor Douville who
arrived in Eagle River in 1871. I read Lucena's diaries in 1964.
D.D. left the Black Hills around Thanksgiving
and arrived in the Keweenaw just before Xmas. Enroute the
stagecoach turned over in a blizzard and they were stuck for a
day or so. Lucena said that D.D. commented that the weather
had been a little rough. He was only 64 at the time.
As an indication of the respect they were paid by the people of
the area: at their 50th wedding anniversary the gift basket had
100 or more double eagles in it at the end of the evening

looks like lake Fannie Ho to me