Remember that little part of Michigan that screws up the glove-shaped nature of the state? That's right, the Upper Peninsula, also known as eastern Minnesota, the U.P., Pasties Land, or Southern Canadia*. It's a scenic place, comprised mainly of national parks, fishing holes, and little town bars with "Moose" in the name somewhere.
Enter Blake & Jeff on a long weekend camping trip to the Porcupine Mountains. We left Thursday after work, driving the seven hours north, stopping only for gas, dinner, and some wonderful pastries at this quaint little "bakery" we found.
Okay so we only took a picture, but any adult bookstore with an on-site bakery AND a stuffed deer on top is truly worthy of mention in my book.
After arriving really late into the tiny little town of Ontonagon, we crashed at Scott's Scenic Lodge, which was replete with stuffed bears, deer, and mounted fish in the lobby. After a quick breakfast at the local greasy spoon the following morning we hit the trails, hiking some ten miles or so along Lake Superior to a gorgeous little campsite. Oh, did I 
mention that we later found out the gorgeous little campsite came with tens-of-thousands of biting flies? After hours of misery, praying for God to smite all insects within a ten-mile radius while thunderstorms loomed on the horizon, we frantically broke camp and hiked several miles more into the hills to the next camp site (but not before I got off a quick shot of our assailants).
mention that we later found out the gorgeous little campsite came with tens-of-thousands of biting flies? After hours of misery, praying for God to smite all insects within a ten-mile radius while thunderstorms loomed on the horizon, we frantically broke camp and hiked several miles more into the hills to the next camp site (but not before I got off a quick shot of our assailants).
After another beautiful day of hiking, bumping into all sorts of characters on the trails, we found our way to one of the most incredible campsites ever, located on a small peninsula on the park's famous Lake of the Clouds. It was picturesque, it was perfect, it was as windy as a presidential campaign debate. Seriously, it was WINDY. And despite an amazing scene during the day, thunderstorms hit us again that night, and the wind pounded our little tent.
Despite many obstacles, it was a great trip, even though we did not see a single moose.
*Yes, that's right "Canadia", eh.
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