As a child living in the Keweenaw Peninsula of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, I knew very little of the rest of the UP (Upper Peninsula). After all it contains 16,377 square miles of land and 1700 miles of continuous shoreline with the Great Lakes. My little piece of it was a small town called Copper Harbor, which lies near the tip of the Keweenaw Peninsula. There my parents had a small rock shop which catered to tourists in the summer.
I remember helping out in the shop and customers would come to the counter holding a handful of postcards they wanted to send to friends. Usually one of these postcards would show a large waterfall flowing with brown water. How ugly, I thought. Who would want to go see that?
Now, much older and wiser, I know that it is tannin in the water that creates the root beer coloring of the water dropping over 48 feet to the river below. Now, don't laugh, but I was 60 years old until I actually got to see the falls for myself. My adult life was spent traveling back and forth from my home in Kansas to visit my parents who still lived in the Keweenaw. I just never made it to the eastern part of the UP.
So when my husband and I drove our RV over the Mackinac Bridge from the Lower Peninsula, I made it a point to stop to see the brown water falls. And just like many before me, I realized how majestic and awesome it really was, with the foamy water loudly pouring over the ledge. I know now the postcards don't do it justice.
After we camped near it for a few days, I felt drawn to write about its unique history. If you haven't read it yet, visit Stories and History of the Tahquamenon Falls and then, if you wish, paddle your way back here to leave a comment.
I am a storyteller. I like to wrap inspirational messages inside little vignettes of my life or the lives of others. I grew up in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, have lived in an RV, and am now living in a senior apartment. Everything I've experienced in my 69 years in this incarnation is fair game to be written about.