Pie is only one of many reasons to come Up North

This ode to the Upper Peninsula comes courtesy of a travel writer who came seeking blueberry pie (understandably) and found much more.

Excerpt: When I was a child, I spent every summer in Massachusetts waiting for the blueberries to ripen. Every day my dad and I would take our morning walk through forests thick with berry brambles, and I would inspect the delicate green buds, waiting for that magical day when they would ripen into a juicy, blue-black snack.

It turns out I’m not alone. Throughout Michigan, and especially in the resorts and forests that line its Lake Superior shore, summer crowds eagerly greet the berry crop with festivals, bakeoffs and all manner of pastry.

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Source: The Jewish Week