We took our summer vacation trip to Hancock, Michigan – my hometown, and a great jumping-off point for all the cool stuff in the Copper Country. We don’t go back often, or often enough, but when we do, I really enjoy playing tourist at "home." Growing up in the Keweenaw, I don’t think I ever visited any of the waterfalls along the western side of ridge that runs up the peninsula. With my family and my mom, I saw two of them on Thursday. Like the U.P. itself, they’re outstanding in their modest way.
Eagle River Falls is right in the middle of the tiny village of Eagle River. A beautiful old bridge creates a perfect vantage on the falls and the remains of a factory that (I think) used the falls for power.
Jacob’s Falls is a little further north, after a winding drive through a tunnel of trees.
Jacob’s Falls is right next to an abbey and to a small shop – the Jam Pot – where the monks sell amazing baked goods and jams. (Thimbleberry jam is basically platinum in a jar: $14 for a tiny jar.)
The falls are really no more than especially arresting ways for water to get to the Big Lake. It was wonderful to soak my feet in the cold water
And soak up the views of the endless shoreline.