There is properly no history; only biography.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (History, 1841)
Copper is only one of many hues that color the Keweenaw Peninsula. Each fall, trees turn remarkable shades of red, yellow, and even purple — welcome blasts of color before snow turns the world white. Pink wild roses and orange wood lilies brighten the summer, offsetting Lake Superior's blues.
The Keweenaw Peninsula's history is just as colorful. From larger-than-life figures to the individuals who lived quieter lives, the people who lived the Copper Country's history and created its culture have stories to tell.