I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that not many of you have heard or seen the phrase I used as the subject for today's post. Years ago, there was a marketing campaign for the state of Michigan: Say Yes to Michigan. In response, the Upper Peninsula (the U.P.) began their own tongue in cheek campaign - using the dialect spoken up there. Say Ya to Da U.P., Eh?
You see, there's been an on-again, off-again push to try and make the Upper Peninsula its own state, but it doesn't have the finances to break free, and with all it's natural resources, the rest of the state don't really want to let it go. (Northeast Colorado tried this at the last election, and it failed miserably.) I don't really blame them for wanting to get gone from the rest of the state. They aren't even attached - except by the Mackinaw Bridge. They have a different way of living, a different way of speaking, and they're own brand of rugged independence.
If you haven't guessed by now, I love the U.P.
I went to college up there and I fell in love with its beauty, and its people, and the flora and fauna. And the lifestyle is so laid back (or at least it was). I would've found a way to retire up there - except for one thing.
It's freakin' cold as a witch's titty in a brass bra up there in the winter time.
Oh, and the black flies are outrageous.
Other than that, though, I'd live there in a heartbeat.
So yeah, I didn't start this post to be some kind of travelogue, but if you haven't experienced the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, look into it for a lovely vacation. Late summer when it's still warm enough to get out but less humid, or early fall when the leaves are turning and before the snow flies. (Unless you're into snow, then feel free to visit in the winter, because it's awesome then, too.)