Things Not to Disturb - 2019 Camping Post #2

     The forecast for our week’s stay in Michigan’s UP last month was for hot and humid weather, with multiple chances of thunderstorms. Didn’t sound like the best for camping. But the worst day camping is better than the best day at work, right?

 Our first full day there was the warmest and most uncomfortable. Not only temperature-wise but the black flies, which are notorious for making the earlier summer months miserable, came out in droves. After a few hours of rain late that afternoon, the temperatures, as well as the flies, became tolerable. Back down to the mid-July conditions which are yet one more reason to love the Keweenaw Peninsula.  

 For many years, they’ve kept track of the winter snowfall in the Keweenaw. With all the snow we got in Wisconsin earlier this year, you would have thought they got more up north. The arrow marks the snowfall for the 2018-2019 season.

 Nope, not a record. 

 The few waterfalls we saw didn’t seem to reflect a remarkable amount of precipitation either. 

 This is Jacob’s Falls between Eagle River and Eagle Harbor. 

 Right next to . . .

 The Jampot, the bakery run by the monks, where we always spend too much money on amazing cookies and muffins. 

 Every time we are in the UP, driving to all these places, we pass this little township park at least a couple times. It’s at the intersection of Hwy 26/41 and Cliff Drive just past the village of Phoenix and near what used to be Cliff Mine. 

 

 Have never stopped there before.

 But you know, where ever we stop, I will take a bunch of pictures.

 Question of the day: I won’t disturb the nearby marker, but what if I disturb this sign?

 

 Another place I have never stopped at is the Quincy Mine, just outside of Hancock.

 As already mentioned, it was hot outside that day, so I left Hubby and Dino in the car in the shade, while I walked around a bit.

 The walking around part was free, but we would have to pay to take the tour, go in the mine, ride the train, and hear the entire history of the mine. And dogs aren’t invited.

 But there is always next year, right?