Yep, pastys. As in “pasty” the staple of Cornwall miners way, way back in the day. Turns out they are a thing on the Upper Peninsula (also known as the UP and the residents as Yoopers), so I did my research and mapped out a few spots. Then the woman at the gas station this morning told me to go to Randall Bakery in Wakefield instead of the place in Ironwood I had picked, so I followed the local’s advice. After all we were buds after talking about how my WA state license plate reminds her that her daughter and husband live in Bremerton, which is just across the water from me. It was kind of like that all day, friendly people every time I stopped. I could get to like this place!
Don’t laugh at the sausage pizza pasty, that one was a thing of beauty. Half for lunch and I just had the second half, still slightly warm, for dinner. Man, it was good both times!
I also visited the world’s largest pasty, which is unfortunately not real, just a billboard. But the Pasty Man is right next to it and he was definitely a character. Just wished my selfie skills were better because none of my attempts actually showed both me and him.
The UP was a lot of things: old rusted out cars and broken down buildings, businesses gone bust, windy weather and brilliant blue skies. I definitely want to come back here for a longer time to poke around and take photos. For today, here are the three that capture what I saw.
Tonight, I sit looking out my hotel window at Lake Huron (my third Great Lake in 2 days) and also looking at the first photo of my baby, #821, the reason for this whole expedition.
It was a very good day 🙂
- Miles Driven: 367 (2380 overall)
- MPG: 28.5 (25.8 overall)
- Side trips: The first pasty store (technically two blocks off Route 2)
- States: Wisconsin, Michigan, Wisconsin, Michigan (the UP included both on my route)