Michigan’s Upper Peninsula is the red-headed stepchild of the Great Lakes region.
Like kids left alone who’ve formed a tree house club, the people of the Upper Peninsula have developed a domain unto themselves, even a secret language all their own.
A conversation about a moose walking through town would sound something like this:
Michigan’s Upper Peninsula is the red-headed stepchild of the Great Lakes region.
Like kids left alone who’ve formed a tree house club, the people of the Upper Peninsula have developed a domain unto themselves, even a secret language all their own.
A conversation about a moose walking through town would sound something like this:
Bonjour! It looks like they “filmed” Beauty and the Beast here!
A day of provincial life as it has been for centuries, completely unpretentious. A place where the scent of flowers, coffee, and bread filled the air. Then a surprise.
We came upon a pretty little lane on a really steep hill named Rue Rompi Cuou and discovered that it means… how should we put this?… bust your… no… let’s say Break Your… CONTINUE READING >>
Bonjour! It looks like they “filmed” Beauty and the Beast here!
A day of provincial life as it has been for centuries, completely unpretentious. A place where the scent of flowers, coffee, and bread filled the air. Then a surprise.
We came upon a pretty little lane on a really steep hill named Rue Rompi Cuou and discovered that it means… how should we put this?… bust your… no… let’s say Break Your… CONTINUE READING >>
Back in the days before refrigeration, families would get together to share a butchered hog because the meat would go bad before one family could eat it all. Before long this became a pretty good excuse to throw a little party…. CONTINUE READING >>
Back in the days before refrigeration, families would get together to share a butchered hog because the meat would go bad before one family could eat it all. Before long this became a pretty good excuse to throw a little party…. CONTINUE READING >>