Sunday, January 29, 2012

Cabin Fever?!

When Tracy and I made the northern migration to Skandia last June there was plenty to be excited about with just a few reservations. Those "few" virtually all centered around how we'd fare living at the end of a country road in the middle of the U.P.'s "snowbelt." Having grown up in the southern part of the peninsula (Gladstone), which is affectionately dubbed the "banana belt" by Lake Superior shoreside Yoopers, this was somewhat of a minor concern and we were both cautiously optimistic about the challenge.

It was not so much the snow itself that caused the anxiety, but the snow REMOVAL and ensuing cabin fever that always seems to set in around February. After a generous early winter from Mother Nature, the snow removal has since lived up to its expectations. Thanks to my handy Dad with a keen eye for useful things, however, we've been able to tame it with our "brand new" trusty Ariens "Sno-Thro" (circa 1970).

So once you're able to get out of the driveway, what does one do here during winter? It's a fair question - and one we heard often from family and friends not familiar. Initially we both anticipated a greater-than-usual amount of time spent at the ski lodge this season, as it's a favorite winter pastime that we rarely were able to enjoy as residents of East Lansing. Before the alpine ski season came upon us, however, that idea went out of the picture for me after an unfortunate firewood hauling knee injury back in December (yes, snow-related). Regardless (and probably against conventionally wisdom), Tracy and I decided to take up cross-country skiing in order to take advantage of the backcountry trail network here at the farm and the impressive groomed trail systems present in the greater Marquette area. It's been a complete riot of fun as well as a gateway for us to get involved with the Noquemanon Skijor Club and try the sport out with some new friends who know what they're doing. Thule enjoys it and it's a fun way to get in some winter exercise while taking in some north country backcountry scenery!

Tracy & Thule enjoying some nighttime skijoring
On top of the annual Noquemanon Ski Marathon, inaugural Noque Animoosh Skijor Race, and inaugural Noque Snow Bike Race this weekend, there's still plenty of winter festivities here in our new home to look forward to: The U.P. 200 Sled Dog Race, the 125th annual Suicide Hill Ski Jumping Tournament in Ishpeming, "Michigan Ice Fest" Ice Climbing weekend in Munising, and the very much less serious 19th Ever Trenary Outhouse Classic. Surely if cabin fever did in fact settle in up here it would be our own fault.

As far as indoor hobbies go, I'm still working on improving the homebrewing skills. I quickly realized that the craft is a fun way to blend creativity with an affinity for quality brew. With the opportunity to share the fun in this new embarkment with a great friend on the Pacific Coast (Mike Shea), and a very patient craft-brew-loving wife, the creativity is never lacking. The quality, on the other hand...we'll see.

In the spirit of Trenary's February classic...

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Happy Birthday, Michigan

On January 27, 1837 - 175 years ago from tomorrow - Congress brokered a deal with Michigan's twenty-three year old Territorial Governor, Stevens T. Mason. In addition to a grant of statehood, Michigan would receive 15,000 square miles of pure wilderness bounded by Lake Superior to the north, Lake Michigan to the south and spanding eastward from the Montreal, Brule and Menominee Rivers to the Straits of Mackinac.


Michigan's receipt of what is known today as the "Upper Peninsula" was meant to placate early settlers over an ongoing "war" with the State of Ohio over the 468 square mile Toledo Strip. With the exception of the likes of Douglass Houghton, Henry Schoolcraft, and a small handful of other scientific explorers who envisioned a great economic potential for the U.P., most agreed that Michigan received the sour end of the bargain.

Of course hindsight tells anyone who is familiar with Michigan history, or anyone who has ever set foot in the U.P, for that matter, that we made out on the deal pretty well and then some. But those were different times and circumstances. Besides profit-driven fur exploiters and government supported explorers like Houghton and Schoolcraft, very few white settlers ventured beyond the City of Detroit (Modern suburbs such as Royal Oak was a day's travel and mostly wilderness). Even those who had the resources, charge and/or willingness to do so would be forced to navigate the northern Great Lakes and their unforgiving waterways on small ships and canoes. With a lack of tangible appreciation for this new "wasteland" now a part of the State of Michigan, bitterness ensued against Ohio, which arguably won the "Toledo War" in the minds of many due to its power in Congress where Michigan was yet to be represented.

According to Steve Lehto in his recent biography of Douglass Houghton, Michigan's ColumbusThe Detroit Free Press lambasted Congress for its attempt to placate the citizens of Michigan "by extending their jurisdiction over the region of perpetual snows - the 'Ultima Thule' of our national domain in the north...."

No doubt in addition to others who read this passage, I got a good chuckle for the reasonable lack of foresight into Michigan's future. Also, because the U.P. still seems to remain the "region of perpetual snows" -- especially for Tracy and I during our first winter in Skandia -- and for the namesake of our loving border collie mut/skijor dog-in-training.


Lehto goes on to explain that "Ultima Thule is a reference to a place beyond boundaries, often with a connotation to the far north." In many ways, the U.P., Michigan, and the Great Lakes still remains a place beyond boundaries. This is the way many of us like it. In some ways we're still able to admire the U.P. in the same way Houghton and Schoolcraft did on their first birch bark canoe traverse along the southern shore of Lake Superior. We do so by fishing for native trout or admiring them through the gin clear waters of Lake Superior and its tributaries, hiking along the beach, atop Pictured Rocks, climbing "Totesh" (Sugarloaf Mountain) for a beautiful view, or scavenging the forests and shorelines of Lake Superior for unique rocks. Surely in most ways 21st Century life here is vastly different, due largely in part to Houghton's findings. The U.P., which in 1837 was considered a wasteland, became an economic boon to the state and contributed significantly to the industrial revolution in Michigan and throughout the United States. Additionally, the U.P.'s natural bounty of timber, minerals, precious metals, and water have provided for generations of "Yoopers" the opportunity to love, respect, and live in this wonderful place.

Of course we all know at the expense of these successes came damaging exploitation and the unforgivable treatment of native people, which leaves an embarrassing mark in Michigan history. But as Michigan celebrates its 175th anniversary of statehood, a strong sense of pride and undeniable resiliency still exists in the U.P. Combining this optimism with modern, responsible developments in natural resource production, limitless recreational opportunities, and a fresh look at the future (not to mention fantastic home-grown beer), things seem to be on the up and up. In addition timber, copper, gold, silver, iron ore, and other minerals that continue to fuel the U.P.'s prosperity, other natural assets that were once thought of as barriers now generate economic opportunity as well.  Lake Superior, Lake Michigan, and the vast wilderness of the U.P. have become one of the region's primary values as thousands visit to hunt, fish, snowmobile, ski, dogsled, skijor, climb, kayak, sail, hike, bike, and explore among their beauty.

Today, on Michigan's 175th anniversary of statehood, I tip my hat and say "thanks" to our early pioneers: Brule, Marquette, Schoolcraft, Houghton, Longyear, Marble, and many others. Most of my appreciation, however, is for Houghton's lobbying, Mason's bargaining, and the 24th United States Congress's ensuing decision on January 27, 1837 to give Michigan what it thought was a northern "wasteland," which has contributed significantly to 175 historical years for the State of Michigan. I feel privileged to have been a part of 29 of them. For Tracy, Thule, and I it's been even more special since our migration north. Here's to many more.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Hunting, homebrew, family, and football - A Yooper's favorite time of year!

It's beginning to look a lot like [fill in the blank]. Whatever your favorite traditions are between the extreme poles of vibrant autumn color and snow-does-not-seem-so-desirable-anymore/bitter cold winter, it's obvious that Holiday season is officially upon us. At least that's what it feels like here in Skandia where Tracy and I are trying to keep the woodstove full to the brim at all times.

I, for one, am one of those people who cannot stand any type of Christmas celebration pre-December. The original American holiday many (including I) would argue may be the greatest: overdue catch-ups with family and friends, plenty of food, spirits, and football. All kicking off just after the most sacred "U.P. Holiday" - Firearm Deer Season. Unfortunately, much of the anticipation and enjoyment of Thanksgiving is typically ruined since retail establishments, radio stations and that over-zealous, 5 week early Christmas light decorating neighbor somehow believe we should start celebrating in November. I'm sure my crotchety Andy Rooney-esque rant goes nowhere with most Americans - and really, I'm ready to bust out the Bing Crosby and plant a spruce in the living room just as much as the next guy or gal. But let's do ourselves a favor and savor something more than the turkey and stuffing this Thanksgiving (like a Packers dominating victory, some family QT, the back straps off your freshly harvested whitetail, or a draught at the local watering hole with old friends, for example).

While I'm on the topic of savoring...I broke my own pre-December Christmas acknowledgment rule to put the finishing touches on some homemade Christmas cheer for us to enjoy when the time is right - Jolly Tomte Christmas Ale!

That is, if you don't make the Tomte's naughty list. And if Thule and Tracy don't go on a binge.


For those of you wondering what the heck a Tomte (Tom-Tah) is, Chris Petzke can fill you in. Because to be honest - all I know is that it's some sort of cross between a Swedish Santa and a gnome. Or one or the other. And that my siblings and I used to like to take photo ops with the sledding life-sized one my Uncle Carl would always put in his front yard during Christmas. Either way, tomten seem like pretty jovial fellows, so it seemed like an appropriate name for a Christmas themed brew made by a third generation American Swede.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

More than Enough

Sitting by the wood stove on a chilly Skandia evening, I thought of a conversation I had with a good friend this weekend about how easy it is to define who we are and our happiness by what we do. Whether that activity be school, work or whatever else it becomes so easy to get caught-up. When really what defines us is the people in our lives that enrich it and bring us the memories and love we're bound to cherish much more than an exam, paycheck, or award. It's those people that will be there during the trying times to assure us everything is going to work out and also there to rejoice during the those times that make us smile and laugh.

Living out here has given us the opportunity to truly appreciate each other and also treasure the time we get to spend with our family and friends. Whether it's driving an hour south to Gladstone, hosting our Petzke family from St. Joe or the Petzke family just down the road in Gwinn, going to a family reunion or MSU tailgate, we've truly appreciated every moment we get to spend with each of our family members so dear to us. Likewise each memory with friends from near and far has been unforgettable. Scouting our land and surrounding areas, plenty of Lake Superior beach time, camping, cookouts, weddings, beerfest, nights out, watching families grow....

After weeks of picking apples and making cider, this weekend was a perfect opportunity to process all these thoughts and share with some friends in the area (and a few out of town) as we hosted our first Harvestfest. The hard and soft ciders were flowing and a perfect October afternoon and evening was spent visiting and enjoying the fruits of our land.

The snow will be flying soon and hopefully we'll do a better job of keeping everyone updated with the happenings in the northland. Until then may we all strive towards remembering what really matters in life.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Mid-Summer Adventures

The end of July and beginning of August have been a wonderful time to be Yoopers. After spending a week downstate Dave successfully has the bar exam under his belt. What a good reason to take in some new sites and spend some quality time with each other and family and friends.

The Keweenaw Peninsula of the U.P. is filled not only with many ghost mining towns full of history galore but lots of vitality and entrepreneurs making the peninsula a wonderful place to visit today.

We started off our long weekend trip with a stop in Houghton to take in the Keweenaw Brewing Company. After trying many of their beers they market throughout Michigan it was great to finally make it to the brewery and try a few beers they don't offer anywhere else.


Next stop was the town of Calumet (previously known as "Red Jacket") to take in the historic town which was once the center of the U.P. mining industry and had an outside shot at becoming the Michigan State Capitol! Our first location was the Calumet Theatre. On a self guided tour we took in the beauty of this turn-of-the-century theater (est. 1900), we learned that it was a main hub for performances throughout the years (including the American march icon himself, John Philip Sousa). Because of many volunteers today it has been restored to its original state and is used regularly, most recently by Michigan actor and musician, Jeff Daniels.

The Michigan House, founded in 1893, was another great piece of Calumet history to take in. Today it is a unique restaurant and brewery with a lot of character inside. Once home to Bosch Brewery, the Red Jacket Brewery now makes a few tasty draughts of their own.


Our campsite near Ahmeek welcomed us with a lakeside site on an agate beach and lots of sunshine to be in store. Our hammock was a welcome spot to read a book, drink a beer or coffee, and take in the amazing sunset view. Even Thule enjoyed the beach and everything it had to offer.


A pleasant surprise came one evening when we stumbled upon a local folk music festival called Farm Block Fest, where we were able to take in some of our favorite artists (Check out Michigan's own, Seth and May) and dance a little in the cool summer eve.


After exploring Copper Harbor and the lakeside roadway running up and down the Keewenaw, Tracy is convinced a summer cottage would be ideal. Dave on the other hand believes this idyllic summer setting in the Keewenaw likely does not exist beyond a few weeks of the year. A future trip this fall will decide the tie-breaker.


We even were able to remember our unforgettable weekend in the following days while eating a homemade pie of freshly picked wild blueberries we collected along the roadside!


What a great weekend to follow that one when our first friend from downstate came to visit--Cait! It was so wonderful to share Marquette with her and take in new sites ourselves. 


Come one, come all to the U.P.! We're sure with the coming birth of our first niece there will be many more friends and family visitors to come :)