Back in the day, copper mines and fur trappers dotted the landscape of Michigan’s upper peninsula, in big and small ways, and soon the barons from Chicago and Detroit headed kind of north to holiday.
I’m packing bags and a cooler: Walleye, grass fed skirt from Missouri, Icelandic salmon, pasta from Abruzzi, Amish chickens, ramps, the first asparagus of the season, etc. The etc. being a run to Zingerman’s this A.M.: Bagels, rye, challah, pastrami, corned beef, etc.
They say it’s a 7-8 hour drive, including a 6 mile bridge across the lake.