Pie

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I haven’t been cliff diving, but I did find pie! I’m in Hermitage, MO at Pomme de Terre Lake State Park. In French, Pomme de Terre means literally “apple of the Earth” which in English, means potato. I’m at Potato Lake. The Hermitage side campground definitely rivals Thompson Causeway (IL) and Indian Lake (MI) for most beautiful campground I’ve stayed in. It may be possible I’m biased because there are more deer than people at this campground, as in, I have it all to myself. There is a ton of wildlife here, and I’ve even seen ANOTHER bald eagle. I swear, I’ve never seen a bald eagle in the wild in my life and now I’ve seen …

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As a former employee of a craft brewery, I appreciate a micro-brew that is full of flavor, well-balanced, and has lots of character. New Glarus Brewing Company makes just such beers. New Glarus is about 45 minutes south of Madison, and is nick-named “Little Switzerland.” The town itself is small, but charming, with a few nice little bars and restaurants, as well as places to buy cheese and sausage. Lots of people come down from Madison to visit, so there are many tourists. I visited the brewery on a Saturday, and it was crowded. The tasting room had a line out the door, but for $6 you get a pint glass and beer to fill it with, …

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Upon crossing the Mackinac Bridge, the observant tourist realizes that the U.P. specializes in four things: 1. Fudge 2. Smoked Fish 3. “Party” Stores 4. Pasties Okay, so fudge and smoked fish are pretty obvious, but I had no idea what the last two even were. Oh, man. Okay, so a “party” store is pretty much a quickie mart. They usually have a gas pump and copious amounts of booze and ice (which I supposed in the U.P. constitutes “party” supplies). Some of these stores might be qualified as “general” stores, as they have bait and tackle as well as groceries and various necessities. One I came upon had an old fashioned gas pump out front, as …

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3 and 1/2 inches of rain! It seems like it will never stop. The Rockies got 10 inches of snow, and here in Northern Michigan the same system hit us with rain aplenty. Today we went to the “Bite of Beaver” (teehee). It’s about FOOD people, not what you’re thinking. (Come on, they could have called it “A Taste of Beaver” or worse “Tasty Beaver” ::stifles laughter::) But the food was very good, and there was PIE!!! SO MUCH PIE! We sampled a home made wild Beaver Island blackberry pie, made by one of our island guides, Betty. Delicious! (“Delicious Beaver.”) I could go on. Here’s what buck-eyes look like when they’re in the pod! Yeah, I …

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Rain has come, and with it wind and cold. The dogs don’t want to venture far from the house, and to be honest, neither do I. We took a long walk around the harbor, only to be rained on on the way back. Mom took her dogs to be blessed by the priest in his annual “pet blessing,” while I sat and read a book. She promised me a picture, which I’ll post in a bit. Apparently even the donkeys came to be blessed. It was a slow, boring day. So we decided to make PIE! Which is, by my account, the most exciting thing ever. Our apples from the fallen-down house were too green, but we …

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  Today my mother and I were convinced by our island guides Betty and Ken, that we visit a little-known spot, deep in the woods on the west side of the island, where you can pick fresh wild cranberries in the fall. A wild cranberry bog! We loaded up in our Beaver Island limo, and set off. The hike was lovely, the weather perfectly sunny and warm. Monty and Niko had their trail vests on as we hiked over a few hills. Now, let me explain something about the island, and probably upper Michigan in general. There ARE public lands for hunting and hiking, etc. There are also private lands for these things. But the further north …

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