Lighthouses dot the shorelines. We hiked out to one in Manistique. I think of lighthouses as like the porch light, when I've been out for the evening and as I approach the house, I see that someone thought to leave it on for me.
The dunes here remind me of the Indiana Dunes, and living in South Bend right after Andy and I got married.
I have something in the refrigerator that I am very excited about. The Upper Peninsula was a big mining territory. In the early 1850's, when copper and iron mines opened here, miners from Cornwall brought over a food item called a pasty (rhymes with nasty.) Basically, it's a pastry crust filled with meat, convenient for miners to stick in their pockets for lunch. I'm a sucker for a meat pie, and I just bought one from a delightful old woman who had a case full pasties she made herself. We ate it before I remembered to take a picture, and it was quite good.
Entered Wisconsin!
Every mile brings us closer to Lisa!
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