|Popovich family at the cottage.|
Now, even though I hadn't been to the cottage in a couple years, and even though the original building is no more, this is MY place. When I was 18 months old, my parents and grandparents were looking for a place up north (if you don't understand what I mean by up north, look at your hand. Anything above the knuckles is up north.) They came on this place (and by this place, I mean the original 2 bedroom, one-ish bath approximately 700 square foot cabin), and, according to family legend, I ran to the lake, jumped in, and refused to get out. So they bought it. Dear family, you're welcome. You get to come here because of me.
|I'm really not sure that my cousins know anymore that |
I'm the biological family.
|Pasty, extra gravy|
After the epic cottage weekend, where your stress level dissipates just looking at that tannin-rich, lily-pad laden water, we went to Traverse City with my parents, then overnighted in Petoskey, then up to the UP.
Even though we both grew up in Hand Land (try it, I promise it will catch on. maybe.) and both of us had been to the UP, neither of us had spent a lot of time there. So it was fantastic to be driven around by my dad to parts unknown. The UP is gorgeous, rural, picturesque, and I recommend you try it. Oh, and we managed to find the only two breweries in the UP, in the same day no less! Eric also tried that UP specialty for the first time, pasties (pronounced "paah-stees"). If you haven't had the opportunity to eat that northern Michigan delicacy, a pasties is essentially meat and vegetables folded into a thick dough with a wickedly thick crust, and baked. Hunters would take them into the woods to eat without getting too messy. Which also means they are pretty dry. The recommendation is to always eat with gravy - the more the better.
We took a tour of Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore, which is best seen by boat. If you've ever considered living in the UP, Pictured Rocks might just make your decision for you - it is so gorgeous, and yes, I'm already scheming to go back. We briefly considered buying a motel in Grand Marais until I remembered I don't want to clean 14 toilets pooped in by strangers every day.
|The four of us in Grand Marais|
In there, we also had our fill of other Michigan products we aren't able to get out here: Bell's beer (my original craft brew, totally underappreciated when I was in college, and now missed), Better Made potato chips, perch, walleye, and Buddy's pizza. My pants may no longer fit.
Thanks, mom and dad, for carting us around for a week, for providing spaces for us to catch up with family, and letting us take naps when we felt like it. We love you and look forward to seeing you again soon!
For the rest of you: go to Michigan. It's worth the trip.
|Detroit Zoo, in front of the bear fountain |
that every Detroit-based kid has a childhood
photo in front of.