Out of Gladstone, the Mind’s Eye group headed northwest to the Porcupine Mountains State Park, where they spent the morning hiking and bird watching among the hills and along the Lake Superior shore. They had lunch at a restaurant that featured Cornish pasties. While it may seem odd to have pasties on a menu so far from Cornwall, such food offerings are commonplace in mining areas in the United States. When mining in Cornwall diminished in the nineteenth century, many of the Cornish miners left England and came to work in North America. They brought both their mining skills and their food with them.
The evening’s destination was Houghton, Michigan, a college town on the Keweenaw Peninsula. On the way they crossed the Misery River and passed a cluster of houses that also goes by that name. They passed through Houghton and paid a visit to Laurium, because several in the group wanted to see the hometown of George Gipp, the legendary athlete who played football for Knute Rockne at Notre Dame and inspired the phrase “That’s one for the Gipper.”
At happy hour in Houghton, the bartender’s story was about a Misery River native named Bob who retired to his hometown after a life abroad. During his career he had developed a taste for foods little known in the Upper Peninsula. To his chagrin, he couldn’t have his favorite products shipped to him because the delivery services the gourmet food merchants used couldn’t find the Misery River community on their maps. Laetitia turned the story into a limerick.
Bob found that no one would deliver
Pate de foie gras from goose liver
To his town, so it seems
That such haute cuisines
Are rare down in Misery River.