Ironwood – Chasing Phantoms

As I headed out of Ironwood this morning, I passed another venerable old railroad depot.

Ironwood Railroad Depot, looking good at 130 years old.

The Ironwood depot of the Chicago and Northwestern Railroad was the town’s transportation hub since it opened in 1892, but the trains stopped coming through in 1970. It’s now a museum and the headquarters for Ironwood’s Chamber of Commerce. It was a few minutes after 7 am when I arrived there, but I found the door unlocked and entered, being greeted by the Chamber of Commerce’s director, Michael Meyer.

Michael gets points for wearing the railroad overalls.

Michael spent close to an hour with me, explaining the history of the depot and of the town. He’s a transplant (from Indiana, if I recall correctly), and thus can speak somewhat objectively about the Yoopers. He’s also a great booster for the town. Apparently the economy took a major jolt when the railroads left and mining petered out, but now, to listen to Michael, the town is experiencing a renaissance.

Michael hepped me to a documentary film about Route 2 called “Route 2 Elsewhere.” (I wish I’d thought of that name!) I’ll have to check that out when I get home. He’s the first person I’ve talked to on this trip who even knew that Route 2 spans the entire country.

After we’d talked awhile Michael was called to a meeting of some kind, and I wandered the displays of the museum. It was the usual stuff–interesting to me, but not really worth describing in a blog. With one exception:

The museum has an old telephone switchboard, and on it was this brochure that evidently was provided to all phone customers in 1963. Now, I’m not saying that Ironwood was a little behind the times, but the brochure explains in excruciating detail how to dial a phone. (I realize that some of my younger readers might not understand this concept, either.)

From the days before instructional Youtube videos.

After reviewing these eye-opening displays about my own early childhood, I got back into the rental car (which is a Jeep, for those of you who have asked) and headed into the great state of Wisconsin.

I have to say this about Route 2: It’s really a very reliable, comfortable, friendly road. This is in part due to the fact that it goes through very few big cities; most of the towns you encounter are small villages that aren’t going to ticket you for parking in the wrong spot or prohibit you from turning left. The gas station attendants and restaurant servers are uncommonly friendly, and graffiti is practically unheard of. Moreover, property owners seem to be compelled to communicate with passersby through yard art. A few examples:

On the side of the road in Solway, Minnesota

In front of a liquor store. The keg is a nice touch.

Made from car parts. Note the spark plug teeth.

There’s something reassuring about people taking the time and making the effort to add some whimsy for the benefits of passersby. I encounter a lot of this kind of thing out on the US highways. If you were to seek out the opposite of a twitter flame war, surely this kind of thing would qualify. God bless these people.

In the town of Mason, Wisconsin a gas station attendant encouraged me to check out an old, abandoned, Wild West theme park that was homemade by a man (recently passed) named Ed Sandor on his farmland. This I did, and it was one of the most enjoyable hours I’ve spent. It deserves its own blog post, which I hope to write in the next day or two. Here’s a photo to whet your appetite:

Eventually I came to my first biggish town on this trip: Duluth, Minnesota (pop: 87,000). While stopping to get a sandwich, I asked the proprietor what Duluth is known for. Without skipping a beat, she said “Dylan.” It turns out that one Robert Allen Zimmerman (aka Bob Dylan) spent his early childhood in a modest home on North Third Avenue. I made the pilgrimage, and offer this humble photo.

While in Dylan’s neighborhood, I passed Duluth’s Central High School. This is a breathtaking gothic building, originally constructed in 1893, and it didn’t close until 1970. And even then it remained open as administrative offices until 2011.

I can’t figure out what’s happening with the property now, but this is a staggeringly-impressive, large, historic property. Clearly it speaks of a day when public buildings were not just respected but revered. I do hope that Duluth’s leaders find a suitable use for this historic property.

I ended the day’s travels in Grand Rapids, Minnesota (pop: 11,000). Based on my experiences as a tourist, Grand Rapids is known for two things. The first is that it sits at the upper navigable end of the Mississippi River. I noted this when I crossed the Mississippi on Route 2–it was nice to see a body of water that wasn’t one of the Great Lakes, after the past few days of Lakes Erie, Michigan, and Superior! I took a few photos of a picturesque, turn-of-the-century railroad bridge, and I noticed that the Mississippi wasn’t as mighty as I remember it from past encounters further south. (Edit: I later learned that this river is only a tributary of the Mississippi–the Prairie River.)

Second, Grand Rapids the birthplace of Judy Garland. Indeed, the hotel in which I’m staying tonight is next door to the Judy Garland museum, which includes the (relocated) home where Judy grew up.

Now, to be clear, I’m not a total fanboy of Judy Garland, but I certainly find her story to be compelling. And I always loved The Wizard of Oz. So the museum (which I toured) intrigued me, with various artifacts from her movies and her (somewhat tragic) life.

Naturally, my primary objective at the Judy Garland museum was to see the ruby slippers. And behold, there they were, just sitting on a pedestal with no barrier separating me from them!

“Their magic must be very powerful, or she wouldn’t want them so badly.”

Alas, a sign explained that while this was the “original pedestal” on which the ruby slippers used to sit, the slippers were reproductions. The original slippers were stolen in 2005. A docent (Sheena, pictured below) told me that the slippers were recovered in 2018 in Minneapolis, but they remain in the possession of the FBI, which continues to gather evidence of the crime. What’s worse is that the slippers were just on loan to the museum, so if and when the FBI releases them, they’ll go to the owner, and not to the museum.

Sheena, the Wizard of…the Garland Museum.

Still, the museum contains numerous authentic artifacts, and I recommend it. Meanwhile, when she heard I was driving the length of US Route 2, Sheena encouraged me to visit the headwaters of the Mississippi River, which are a short drive from the highway. This I will do tomorrow. Until then.

BOTD

The Brew of the Day was a “Cocon-Oat and Boat Stout” from Rapids Brewing Co., in Grand Rapids, Minnesota. RBC has only been around for about 3 years, and it looks like your typical modern brewpub with a spacious floor in a warehouse-like building, minimalist industrial-chic decor, and lots of bearded hipsters. But unlike some other such brewpubs that I’ve visited, this place has nailed the food and the staff really makes an old guy like me feel welcome.

As its somewhat-forced name suggests, the “Cocon-Oat” stout is an oatmeal stout brewed with toasted coconut. This won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but it totally worked for me. The toasted coconut isn’t overpowering, but it adds just the right amount of sweetness and interest to the flavor profile. Don’t think Mounds candybar; think macaroon. The oatmeal lends a creamy smoothness, and it has just the right amount of hops. It goes down really easy, but at 5.9 percent ABV, this isn’t going to put you on the floor. I give it 4.5 stars.

PS: The bartender told me that today is Whiskey Wednesday, which means that I get $2 off any bourbon cocktail. So I chased the stout with an Old Fashioned, to which I give 5 stars.

This morning I awoke to a pleasant, clear, sunny day in St. Ignace, Michigan—a city that straddles Lake Huron and Lake Michigan.

Uncharacteristically, I even sprang for a room with a view. When I awoke in the middle of the night and observed that there were virtually no lights to be seen out around the lake. I guess there’s very little development out in these parts.

After a virtually inedible continental breakfast at the hotel, I drove a few blocks to the beginning of US Route 2’s western segment.

The day’s travel took me about 300 miles due west across Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, or UP (sounds like “you pee”) (that’s a quote from a helpful cashier at the local BP [“bee pee”?] gas station). Residents of the UP are therefore called “Yoopers.”

Anyway, I pointed the car west and soon the touristy town of St. Ignace was in the rearview mirror. US 2 is a simple two-lane road surrounded by pine and spruce, and offers occasional glimpses of Lake Michigan to the south. It has virtually no stoplights or even stop signs, except when it passes through the occasional small town. It’s a great road for decompressing and pondering the meaning of life.

As I went driving that ribbon of highway/I saw above me that endless skyway.

Now, I don’t pretend to be an expert on the UP. In fact, this is the first time I’ve ever set foot in the territory. But after 300 miles of driving, with numerous stops and exploratory side trips, I can offer the following top five things that the UP is (or should be) known for:

1: Moose. Moose are native to Michigan, but they were heavily predated and largely eliminated from the lower part of the state in the 1800s. In the 1980s Michigan’s Department of Natural Resources introduced more moose into the UP, where they maintain a self-sustaining population. The moose seems to have become an unofficial mascot, which I came across repeatedly.

2: Bigfoot. His likeness is everywhere. I guess the fact that the UP is remote, with lots of trees to hide among, makes for good Sasquatch habitat. There’s even a UP Bigfoot Conference each year.

And perhaps inevitably, I even encountered a Bigfoot with a Moose on a leash…

3: Trains. Railroads played a key role in the development of Michigan, of course. But with the long stretches of undeveloped land in the UP, trains were especially vital for communications, transportation, economic development, etc. in the region. Parts of the UP are major producers of iron, and railroads made it possible to export the ore to far-flung markets. Throughout my drive I encountered remnants of the old railroad infrastructure, now largely abandoned.

1911 steam locomotive from the Soo Line, now in Gladstone, MI

Iron Mountain RR Depot, built around 1910. Note the still-operational semaphore!

The Curio Fair antique shop/tourist trap, in Saint Ignace. The closer of the two structures is an old railroad depot from the Duluth, South Shore & Atlantic RR. You can also walk up the adjoining tower structure to get a good view of Lake Michigan. Sadly, it was closed when I visited.

4: Pasties. No, pasty doesn’t rhyme with tasty; it rhymes with nasty. Pasties are advertised everywhere in the UP. Supposedly they were introduced by Cornish settlers to the region in the 19th Century. Essentially, they’re meat pies. I had one today and it was definitely tasty–not nasty at all.

5: Rust. Winter in the UP brings freezing temperatures, ice, and snow, which requires that the Transportation Department spread salt on the roads. The combination of continuous moisture and salt hastens the formation of rust on iron and steel, which means that your F150 is going to gradually disappear.

Anyway, that’s my view of the UP, based on a drive along Route 2. I’m sure I’m missing some key elements… But before I get to the BOTD, let me share one other historic structure I came across in the city of Manistique, MI (pop: 2,800). It’s a water pumping station that was constructed in 1922. It operated into the 1950s, but then was replaced by a more modern facility. It’s currently part of a museum complex. It’s a good example of neoclassical, brick structures that I saw in historic downtowns throughout the UP. Courthouses, city halls, theaters, even office buildings have a similar grandeur that, to me, seems really out of place given the UP’s rustic culture.

Might make for a good haunted hydro? (see yesterday’s blog)

Now, as we move into the BOTD, let me set the mood with one more structure: The Richter Brewing Company building was constructed in 1915 in Escanaba, MI. Brewing operations were shut down with Prohibition, and Richter sold off the building. But it was again used to brew beer by another company until 1940. Then it stood vacant for about 50 years. It was renovated in 2012, and now houses loft apartments.

Tonight I’m in Ironwood, MI, and will drive across the border into Wisconsin tomorrow morning.

BREW OF THE DAY

Close to the Richter Brewing Company is the Delta Hotel, built in 1915. The first floor of the hotel building is now a brewpub named Hereford and Hops.

It was here that I ordered a pint of the Blackbird Oatmeal Stout, which is made on the premises. It was a beautiful pour: a dark mahogany color with a perfect, creamy head. The temperature was just right, with a bit of condensation on the glass.

Pretty as a picture. But not as pretty as a pitcher.

Sadly, though, I can’t recommend this beer. It seemed overhopped–just too bitter for a stout. And the malt flavor that did manage to make itself known was one-dimensional, completely lacking in that kaleidoscope of changing flavors you expect from a stout. It had more of an earthy taste than the caramel, malty taste I was hoping for. Partly redeeming it was a satisfying, creamy mouthfeel courtesy of the oatmeal. I’ll give this a three out of five stars.

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