
You can't escape nature, not even in the city
I was tired of the swamp and the woods today and decided to drive north to Houghton and Hancock to run errands, buy organic food at the co-op and indulge at the coffee shop. Today’s outdoor adventure would be a walkabout around the two cities.
For all you non-Yoopers (Yoopers are folks from the Upper Peninsula), Houghton houses about 7,000 residents and Hancock 4,323 as of the 2000 Census, at least according to Wikipedia. You might not even want to call them cities. You could call them large towns. But for folks who live near the really small towns (or in the woods) we think these cities are really big…

Downtown Houghton
Driving around Houghton these days keeps one alert and focused. If you haven’t visited recently, there’s new routes and roads and pathways to follow. The city is doing a streetscape project for the next several months, tearing up the main street and replacing it with brick pavers. New sidewalks, street lights, and water/sewer pipes will grace the downtown.
The above photo shows the initial construction which goes south from the bridge for a couple blocks. I heard rumors they dug up old streetcar or trolley tracks beneath the pavement. Isn’t it fascinating to think of the history which might be uncovered digging down through the layers of soil? Years ago I spent a week on an archeology dig in the Ottawa National Forest. It’s so interesting (well, and sometimes a tad bit boring) to sift through the dirt, finding recent and prehistoric treasures. Seems like we found a chipped prehistoric stone tool on that dig, if my memory is even slightly accurate.

Slant of sun through an alley
After wandering around Houghton, I attempted to follow the directions to cross the bridge to Hancock. Mission: a success! It really wasn’t hard, once you figured out where to go. I parked the car at a great little bookstore, Northwind Books, and started the walkabout through this city. Wanted to wander through a neighborhood and see what interesting photo opportunities presented themselves. (Believe me, lots presented themselves. Fifty photos were uploaded, just to prove it.)

Cool picket fence
It was really hard to decide whether to post the picket fence photo or the gate photo. Or the step photo. Or the bench photo. Or the Yooper snow scoop photo (every backyard had one to help them shovel out the 250 inches of snow each year). Or the raven sitting on the phone wire. Or how about the guardrail with this most magnificent plant/weed growing upward near it? I’ll tell you, deciding which photos to post is a real challenge.

Fire escape at the old Hancock school
For some reason, this fire escape really looked interesting. Doesn’t it just look like you can keep walking up into the sky from it?
After the walkabout, one more stop beckoned. Time to go to the Keweenaw Co-op. It’s a regular stop. Best place in town to buy natural food, organic produce and all sorts of cool eclectic healthy products.
They feature panels of hand-painted murals on the side of the building. For your viewing pleasure, here’s one:

Art on the co-op wall
I wish you all could have enjoyed the luscious piece of melt-in-your-mouth dark chocolate and the cool berry ice tea. Very delicious.
A delightful walkabout in the cities!

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May 11, 2009 at 9:15 pm
Gerry
You know me – I’ll argue that cities are nature. Humans build roads and pile stones into buildings and make art. The other animals do very similar things. I wonder if they tell stories? Somehow they must, else how would the bee dance tell where the pollen is? How would monarchs know how to find Mexico? Come to that, how do we know how to find Mexico?
May 12, 2009 at 6:50 am
Cindy
There is beauty to be found everywhere – we just have to look! I truly believe that this applies to people as well – there is beauty in each soul, we just may have to dig a bit deeper with some.
May 12, 2009 at 1:39 pm
flandrumhill
Those dandelions are so YELLOW. Anne Morrow Lindbergh said in ‘A Gift from the Sea’ that it is only framed in space that beauty blooms. The city does frame nature differently than in the country.
Could that be the *stairway to heaven*?
May 13, 2009 at 6:18 am
centria
Gerry, I was thinking about your comment this morning on the drive to work. Am beginning to see what you mean about us being nature and nature being us. Of course. How would we separate the two? Good point. And how do we find Mexico anyway…
Cindy, yep, I agree. Seems like a lot of people don’t want to do that deeper digging with some people. Like they find something they don’t like and turn away instead of still looking steadfastly for that beauty. There is something that’s beautiful in most people. Maybe all people?
Amy, yes, that’s what appealed to me about those dandelions. They looked so yellow and vibrant and just quivering with life. I like Anne’s quote. The frame of that dandelion was against a sandstone wall that is typical of this area’s architecture. So the building really is nature in a building form. And definitely. Stairway to heaven. Big grin!
May 11, 2012 at 6:27 pm
Elisa's Spot
I still cannot get an idea where these towns are in relation to your home. One would think that I would google. I am on Z’s puter for a moment while the kiddos are out having pizza. I came home today, to find, that the most excellent extension of the life of my computer has expired. The little green light on the switch shows green for on or working but….
I thought I would cry, but I smiled, it was weird. I think that I am very glad that she did not pass away while I was in the middle of something deemed important!
I am really enjoying the foods on Christine’s blog! I’m glad you shared it. I hope that all is well with you.
May 11, 2012 at 6:33 pm
Kathy
Re-read this post and enjoyed remembering how fulfilled I was writing this outdoor blog. glad you enjoyed the foods on Christina’s blog. She graduated a year ahead of Christopher. It was good meeting her in town and highlighting her blog.
I think I shall cry for your computer’s demise. I would have liked to send you money to buy a new one, if we had any extra money now. Unfortunately, we owe $6,000 for B’s new knee.
It has been such a quiet retreat-filled few weeks. I have no idea who I am any more. Sometimes that feels wonderful; other times disconcerting. We’ll see where the wind blows next.
Hope all is well with you. It must be if you are smiling at your computer’s passing.
May 11, 2012 at 6:47 pm
Elisa's Spot
oh that is/was a very kind thought!
Tomorrow is the local colleges’ giant yard sale. The two get together the stuff and it’s CHEAP!
Maybe there will be a puter!
May 11, 2012 at 6:51 pm
Elisa's Spot
I have to think more about that wind and the lost. I am always lost and I am always found and I am always watching and moving with the shape of me to be and to do and to see and to feel and to express whatever at a time. I know you do not mean it the same, but when I am in bits, and I focus on that, then I can feel overwhelmed and hopeless-ish. Or, I can just attend and feel faith.