The Other Coast

Time for a little R & R. We can't spend a summer without some refreshing time at "our" shore. Jon and I are heading up to the UP of Michigan this morning. With our youngest now living at home again, we can turn our flower watering duties over to him.
We are anxious to hear seagulls, eat pasties, and see those vistas over the waterand watch those gentle waves.
Around Munising, MI there are shipwreck tours. Might do that. There was a lot of shipping on the great lakes years ago. They did not have the benefit of good weather forecasting and GPS or radar and the lake claimed a lot of boats and lives.
The area has old copper mines and pasties were the food miners carried in their lunch pails. (rhymes with nasty) They are the original "hot pockets" and a lot more tasty than the frozen ones.
Maybe it is my Norwegian Viking blood, but I am drawn back to that big, cold lake and feel cheated if we don't get there once or twice a year.
When I blog, I usually look on the Internet for a picture or website to use. As I was finishing this mornings blog, I Googled "pastie" for info and got a surprise. Definition: a small, adhesive circle to cover the nipple. Sorry. Honest error. Didn't mean to go there. The delicious miners' lunch is spelled "pasty". Bet I remember that now. But how do you spell the plural of pasty? Think I will just order one pasty at the restaurant. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cornish_pasty