The UP of Michigan, the Yooper version of the Emerald City in the classic "Wizard of Oz", is a pleasant enough peninsula. It's a lumberjack's wetdream of chainsaws and Carhartt, hunting rifles and fishing poles, forest and lakes, swamps and mosquito's, and of course, beer and pasties for the plaid...the proud...and the many. Not a land designed for the quirky quiche eatin' legions of the limp wristed, instead, it's the French Riviera of the Paul Bunyans and Bunyanettes in the world, who sport a decidely politically incorrect sense of humor like a badge of honor, and stand tall and salute "the color the world inside the lines" universe of convention with a conventional single fingered knotty pine attitude.