I Blame the Moose, He Slept In. / by Dave Hileman

Left the farm for the day in a dense fog and our first cold morning at 43 degrees. Not that 43 is considered cold here where the average snowfall is 180 inches per year and all the lakes and much of the Lake Superior Bays freeze solid, as in they go ice fishing when it reaches two feet. Our goal for the day are the copper mining sites associated with the Keweewa National Historic Park, or as we like to call it, Ol 298. We visited Quincy Mine site for some ruins of the 1880’s mine buildings, Calumet, where the focus was on the social aspect of the mining communities and three other sites directly related to copper mining. FYI the VC at Calumet was excellent. In Copper Harbor we drove to the very end (or the beginning) of Route 41that extends to Florida 1990 miles south. Fort Wilkins built here in the 1840’s to protect the mining interests was well preserved and mostly original. We were able to view the first mine, a mere pit dug 30 feet into the earth. There are numerous light houses on the peninsula and we visited one and viewed a second. Old and picturesque. On Brockway Mountain Drive we were nearly 1800 feet about sea level the highest road between the Allegheny and the Rocky Mountains. On the way back to the farm we ate a dinner of fried Lake Superior White Fish at 4 Suns Fish & Chips. Excellent. 

Daylight Creeps Around the Barn

Daylight Creeps Around the Barn

Quincy Mine from the ruins of the Dry House. 1880 - 1945

Quincy Mine from the ruins of the Dry House. 1880 - 1945

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Weed eating farmer style, NOT Moose’s

Weed eating farmer style, NOT Moose’s

Update Cadillac - where, what and with whom — for his fans

I stayed on the farm today as AJ and I bonded about his vision for a place where Moose and Men would live in harmony. But then I found out how hard you have to work. When a farmer says “Let’s weed eat,” a Moose sees a whole different world. It would be so much easier if the Men part of this equation would just forage in the marsh and forget the rest. He even has an inferior antlered animal coming - a cow type - that he must tend to twice a day even if it is raining. This is nuts. So, I guess I will on-board the White Torpedo tomorrow for wherever we are going. Plus, I am a movie star now and I have an obligation to my public. On the positive side I missed a dreaded cannon today. Driver attracts those things like barnacles on a slow Moose.