There was the black sand from the mill. A small fortune was made by the entrepreneurs who discovered even more copper could be extracted. This from the discarded heaps of tailings. This you will know.
I smiled as I posed by the sign of the communities only bar. It read "The Gay Bar". I went in with my wife to quaff an ale. The last place on earth any one would expect to find any one who would be called "gay". I did not find, nor did I look for any "gays". I and sipped my beer and felt, though a stranger quite at ease.
Google has the same sign and also the school house preserved in time. I plan one last look at the Copper Country in August. My daughter will be driving myself and my wife of 54 years married. She was about six years old when she was with me on our trip, many years ago.
Excuse this ramble.
Whoops! I read the above to my wife and she told me to explain that my daughter was six years old. This when we explored the Copper Country.
The Gay Bar. I’ve actually been there while in college at Mich Tech. When I was there, the guy/gal ratio was hovering around 9/1 (most of the women were already married or up there studying for their Mrs. degree, if you know what I mean), so we all had plenty of time to explore.
There was a bar in Calumet that we would occasionally go where you could, for a nickel (in 1975) get a shell (small glass) of beer.
Those were the days...