Copper Country

There aren't many places that feel like home to me. You know, the kind of place where you immediately feel welcome. Where you know every nook and cranny, and the history of the people and places surrounding you. The result of constant moving as a child was that there was no place where everyone knew me, and I knew them. Of all the places I've called home, one place holds this kind of allure for me. I don't know the people or their histories anymore. The buildings look slightly changed, purposed. Yet it's the only place where I'm likely to run into someone in the general store who might have changed my diaper long ago.

The town is SO tiny that it's not an easy task to get lost. It's just a smattering of houses and businesses along a stretch of Lake Superior. It's about as far north as you can go in Michigan; we even saw a few rebel trees with their leaves changing already. The big news in town is where the bear was last sighted or where the berries are growing wildly. Having moved away from Copper Harbor at the age of two, and spent one summer there when I was ten, much has changed in the small village. Still, much is the same.


We had such a wonderful time exploring and running around the Harbor. From throwing rocks in Lake Superior to finding crayfish and frogs in Lake Manganese we really enjoyed all of the natural spaces and places in the Keweenaw. We honestly can't wait to return again some time soon.

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