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The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- My first love…before Lake Superior
- Follow your feet.
- Serendipity, a light house & wind-blown hair
- Ladies of the lake and other Lake Superior sunset photos
- What makes you shine? (the tale of a book tour…)
- My public radio interview
- When a raptor needs the doctor
- Oh, you, nature child
- The lives we didn’t live.
- Monday morning eyes
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Tag Archives: Copper Country
Want to tag along on our trip to “The Copper Country” yesterday? Barry had to cover an 8th grade junior high girl’s basketball tournament in Calumet for his job at our local newspaper, so off we drove through a beautiful … Continue reading
Last Saturday evening we traveled with friends to the Hungarian Falls, just north of Hancock, near Dollar Bay. We aimed to hike by the falls before eating dinner in Calumet at Carmelitas, a Mexican restaurant, where you buy chips and … Continue reading
Friday morning rain gushed from the sky. Oh no–what a day to celebrate Finn Fest in the Copper Country. We frowned and hoped it might clear up. Barry had to visit the Hanka Homestead, a 1920’s Finnish farm hidden back … Continue reading
Monday. Brown-furred wolf runs south to north in front of my car. His legs pump, his haunches strain. Masterful, he sprints, his legs sure, not slipping and skidding like those long skinny-legged deer who sometimes fall and splay all four … Continue reading
So you want some snow at your house? You desire more of the thick white sparkling beautiful snow adorning your evergreens and freshening your winter blues? We Yoopers (residents of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula or the “U.P.”) know how to get … Continue reading
Here are the promised black bear photos. We were visiting the rest rooms/changing rooms during our camping trip at Bete Grise…mindin’ our own business…whistlin’ our own tune…when Sue spotted HIM! A black bear. Tearing apart the garbage bags outside the … Continue reading