Wolverine Traveler: Chapter 6

Posted On: Thursday, August 08, 2013 , Wolverine Traveler

Our trip across the Upper Peninsula and Isle Royale for Wolverine: Traveler was like a journey weaving back and forth through different decades and centuries. In such an out-of-the-way place at the edge of the United States, we were treated to different moments of epic beauty, destruction, and humor—all artifacts  and reminders of the recent and more distant past. We saw hints of life out of reach of mobile phones, landscapes unknown to automobiles, and people who make a life on the outskirts of civilization. In the end, it is the landscape and the small signs of human life that make the Upper Peninsula stand out in my mind from the many different borderlands of the United States.   - Blaine Davis

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We flew home on the last day from Michigan back to NYC, Blaine carried a bag overflowing with film he’d shot over the past 10 days. Traveling with another photographer is always an interesting experience: you can stare at the same thing and each see it entirely differently. If you’re open enough to allow your styles to move with each other to blend together, it can work remarkably well. Traveling with Blaine is always a success; I learn so much from watching him photograph strangers we’d meet, working to make them feel comfortable and to not notice the camera on the tripod in front of them as he took his time to remove the pressure one feels from having a lense focused on them. These are Blaine’s photos from our adventure, another look at the life we saw across the UP. -   Mikael Kennedy

Wolverine Traveler: The Upper Peninsula

Mikael Kennedy is a New York City-based commercial and fine art photographer. He is the author of the internationally acclaimed Polaroid travel blog, Passport to Trespass, documenting his 10 years of wandering the United States with a Polaroid SX70.
Blaine Davis Raised in the contrasting cultures of South Texas and Eastern Europe, Blaine Davis quickly developed a taste for travel, photography and the outdoors at a young age. He is currently working as a photographer, teacher and sometime writer in Brooklyn, NY.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5

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Wolverine Traveler: Chapter 5

Posted On: Sunday, August 04, 2013 , Wolverine Traveler

Our adventure through the UP reached its pinnacle on Isle Royale, but we still had a few days left till our flight out of Rockford and we figured it was just enough time for a few quick stops along the way. It seemed wrong to leave the UP without doing a little exploring on an ATV since the entire peninsula is crisscrossed with trails, and I’m sure most folks up there would claim it’s the national pastime, at least when there’s no snow to be on a snowmobile. Luckily enough you can rent one just about anywhere up there, including the Super 8 Motel on the edge of the Hiawatha National Forest in the town of Wetmore which is where we found ourselves for the night.

A solid 8 hours the next day of tearing down the dirt tracks through the trees, making our way out to the shore of Lake Superior left us exhausted and covered in dust. Mid-day on the trails we stopped for lunch on the shore of Lake Superior when I received a message from an old friend, Michigan-born folk-singer Dana Falconberry. Dana was back in Michigan for a family reunion and she insisted that we stop by on our way home for a tour of some of her favorite spots she’d been visiting since she was a kid. Dana was staying up near Sleeping Bear dunes in a town called Leelanau so we veered a little off our route home up through Traverse City to Lake Leelanau, where we met her on the front porch of a little cottage her family rented. As Blaine and I drove towards Dana’s house I put on her latest album, aptly named “Leelanau”, only to realize that the tracks were all named after all places we had just seen: Muskegon, Tahquamenon, Pictured Rocks. Having been listening to the album for months and having no idea what any of the names meant, we had now wound our way through each place she sang about. The track list was a road map to our past nine days.

itunes album

Dana took us out for a walk on the Shores of Lake Michigan as the sun set, explaining to us the marvel of Petoskey Stones that only exist in this one place in the world and all the little treasures she had gathered as a kid on these shores. We stood on top of the dunes watching locals clamber up and down the slopes to jump in the clear water of the lake.  As the sun finally set, the top of dune became packed with locals and toursist hiking up to watch the last glimmer of light over the water. As dusk settled in we dropped off Dana and her folks, promising to visit her in Texas where she lives now should we find ourselves down that way soon. We headed back south one last time towards our flight home, saying goodbye to Michigan for the time being.


Wolverine Traveler 1: The Upper Peninsula
1649 Miles by car
224 miles by float plane
18 miles by motor boat
72 miles on a 4 Wheeler
and 2 Miles by Canoe

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4





Wolverine Traveler: Chapter 4

Posted On: Wednesday, July 24, 2013 , Wolverine Traveler

We lost 1 day on Isle Royale due to bad weather so, we were eager to make time meeting Dave back at the airfield first thing Sunday morning to try to fly us out again. Now with the clouds having cleared from the night before we could see for miles as we rose up away from the mainland Isle Royale coming into view once we were out over the water.

The plane came in across the southeastern edge of the island; even from this perspective we couldn’t full grasp the size of it. Landing in Tobin Harbor, the plane touched down in the water so gently that neither of us noticed we were no longer in the air, our noses pressed to windows staring at the wild world around us. I’ve made it one of my goals these past few years of travel to try to reach the more remote parts of America while the rest of the country seems steadily on a march to fill every open space with strip malls and parking lots. The least visited National Park in the Continental United States, Isle Royale averages about 20,000 visitors per year, which is less than some other parks get in a day. In the 1980s it was classified as an International Biosphere, guaranteeing for the time being it will remain untouched. The forests looked spectacular from above, but nothing would prepare us for what they looked like when we finally set foot in them.

Wanting to make the most of our visit, we wasted no time dropping our bags at the Rock Harbor lodge and headed down to the pier to rent a boat, planning to spend the day exploring the islands that dotted the coast of this massive island. We were advised to first stop at Raspberry Island just across Rock Harbor, where we could wander and explore the forests then head southwest down the edge of the Island. Blaine said it best when he remarked that it’s not often you get to walk through a woods that haven’t been touch in some way. Nothing had been cleared, the forest had been left to its own devices, and it was a remarkable difference from most forests I’d been in. Lichen covering everything; the forest felt prehistoric around us, draped in a species called Old Man’s Beard. The trails mostly stamped down by moose, you got the feeling you were visiting a land that wasn’t ours. We hiked the interior of the island from rocky shore through the old forest and swamps, marveling at this world we had stumbled upon.

After a morning walking through Raspberry Island, dodging moose tracks and scrambling over the rocky shoreline, we re-boarded our boat and began motoring down through the reach of Rock Harbor, circling the islands, some no bigger than rocks with a few trees poking out of them. Occasionally we would pass a boat fishing, or see the red packs of hikers on the ridges around us, peaking out from the trees, but for the most part we felt alone in this world. As we reached the end of Rock Harbor and prepared to explore the Mosey Basin, hoping to land and explore more on foot, a rumbling over the mainland to our right caught our attention.

It took us a few seconds to realize what was happening, but as the dark clouds began to roll in over Isle Royale, coming from the direction of Thunder Bay in Canada, we realized we were in a bit of trouble. The small metal boat we were currently floating along in was not a great place to ride out a thunderstorm, especially not in the middle of the bay. We made the quick decision to try and outrun the storm back to the lodge probably 5 miles away at this point. As Blaine gunned the motor and I kept an eye on the lighting striking the land to our left, we shot back towards the safety of the harbor

In this we chose wrong and quickly drove straight into a wall of water. Blaine keeping an eye on skies (being Texan born he was worried about spirals in the clouds coming down. Neither of us was prepared for the marble-sized hail that began pelting us, ringing off the boat’s metal hull as we realized we were not going to make it home. Yelling over the din of the storm and both pointing at the shore, Blaine quickly turned and ran us to the tree line. I hopped out into the knee-deep water pulling us aground, tying off to a splintered birch tree. We just stood their laughing, huddled in the rain as our boat filled with hail and the storm passed safely over us moving south towards Copper Harbor. After 15 minutes of standing there the skies cleared, and we climbed soaked and amused back into our boat and motored home. Changing out of our wet clothes, we figured we had enough of the water for one day and we would spend the rest of the afternoon hiking the interior, trying to get out along one of the ridges we had seen from the shore.

Still being limited in time on the island, we did a quick loop a few miles out to Suzy’s Cave and back to the lodge, taking a few moments every now and then to just walk out into the thick of the forest. It's A magical world to wander in - I have never seen anything like this before (visit ColdSplinters.com for an exclusive look at Isle Royal). We grabbed dinner at the Rock Harbor lodge before it closed, not wanting to miss our only opportunity for food out here. We sat out on the rocks next to the lodge to watch the sunset across Lake Superior, enjoying the lack of cell phone service or any other form of communication with mainland, stepping away for a little while.

Waking the following morning with just a few hours left on island, we grabbed a canoe and paddled across Tobin Harbor where our plane had landed, musing the whole time what would happen if the plane came while we were in the middle of the “runway.” We hugged the shoreline across the harbor looking for the landing to the trail to take us up to Look Out Louise overlooking the boundary waters and Canada north of us. Not finding the landing but having a fairly good idea of where we were heading, we beached the canoe at the entrance to Hidden Lake and hurried up the trail, not wanting to miss our ride home and still trying to see as much as possible.

The trail to Lookout Louise is a short 1-mile to the top; we spotted moose tracks in the mud that looked fresh so we walked in silence for most of the trip, hoping to catch a glimpse of one before we left. We’d been told that the wolf population on the island was down to 8, so we had no chance of seeing one, but the moose numbered over 1000 so we had a better chance. A couple we met on the trail yesterday had seen one wandering the ridge we were walking on but we had no luck. We saw no animal life for the most part, just some carnivorous plants. Isle Royale is pretty barren in terms of animal life, the moose crossed the ice or swam over some time in the early 1900s from Canada and wolves followed soon after, but there isn’t much else out there. From Lookout Louise we heard our plane come in, the sound of the motor echoing off the water, and we quickly hurried down the trail to our canoe and across the harbor.  We sadly said goodbye to Isle Royale realizing you would need weeks to see the whole thing. We were lucky enough just to have made it out there. On our return flight we had another passenger, Jay, who was getting dropped in Windigo Harbor to start a 10 day hike through the island. We took off from Rock Harbor and flew southwest across the entire Island; this was when we were able to comprehend the size of Isle Royal. Jay had been out every summer for 24 years, he said as we flew over the dense forest, and he could pick out his spots for the night from above. Amazing to think of someone knowing such a remote land so well. We dropped him in Windigo wishing him a good hike and good weather. We made our way back to Houghton, watching Isle Royale disappear into the blue behind us and we began our trip south, back towards Rockford and towards home.

Wolverine Traveler 001: The Upper Peninsula
Photo & Text: Mikael Kennedy
Model & Co-Pilot: Blaine Davis

Chapter 1 
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Mikael Kennedy
Mikael Kennedy is a New York City-based commercial and fine art photographer. He is the author of the
internationally acclaimed Polaroid travel blog, Passport to Trespass, documenting his 10 years of wandering the
United States with a Polaroid SX70.

Blaine Davis
Raised in the contrasting cultures of South Texas and Eastern Europe, Blaine Davis quickly developed a taste
for travel, photography and the outdoors at a young age. Currently working as a photographer, teacher and
sometime writer in Brooklyn, NY.





Wolverine Traveler: Chapter 1

Posted On: Wednesday, July 03, 2013 , Wolverine Traveler



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When Blaine and I left from Rockford we didn’t have much on our map, a few towns circled here and there and a half finished circle drawn across the UP.  It always helps to pick a point on the map as your true north; The point which you head to and turn back from. Depending on where you are and how far you plan on going, it’s easily determined by the coasts, and we wanted to hit all of them. We chose Isle Royale as our overall destination, booking a float plane out of Houghton to take us out there, aiming for the halfway point of the trip so we’d have enough time to get back. Isle Royale is the least visited national park in the Continental United States, 55 miles off the coast off the Keweenaw Penninsula. Classified as an International Biosphere Reserve back in 1980 and boasting a pack of wolves, over a thousand moose and not much else, just wilderness, it seemed like something we had to see. 

We set out pointed in that direction to wander for a few days allowing us to get lost and see what we could see in the UP. We were told out of Rockford to hop on I75 north and ride it all the way to the Mackinac Bridge that would take us into the UP. Instead we opted for the more local 31N to take us to the entrance. Traveling by interstate is one of the most boring ways to travel the states, your entire view is limited to billboards and truck stops, often blurring by at 70mph. It’s hard to get a sense of where you actually are, so we stick to the local highways, with the occasional stop light in the smaller towns. This is a slower go but we weren’t particularly in a rush. You can tell you are starting to get North when the trees start to change, they seem to shrink in size, lower to the ground, hugging the horizon. It’s the same in Maine as it is in Michigan, and as the trees started to drop a few feet and we wound our way through towns like Petoskey, we knew we were getting close. We loaded up on groceries in a small town just south of the bridge, having no idea what to expect North of there as we crossed the bridge to the UP. We immediately turned onto Route 2, hugging the coast line only for a brief few miles through the tourist traps advertising “Mystery Spots” etc. which we had been told to avoid. We wanted to reach Eckerman that night so we could wake up in the UP and far away from downstate (the term for the rest of Michigan to a UP-er, pronounced Youper).

The sun didn’t set until 10pm when we finally set down our cameras and realized we needed to find some food and a place to stay for the evening. We started to press on the gas a little to make it to Eckerman in time but as we drove on and on we realized the three houses we had passed a few miles back was Eckerman. We soon realized a dot on the map up here didn't mean much. We decided to press on towards Paradise, a bigger dot which we assumed would have what we needed. As we rolled into town that night the first sign we saw glowing on the side of the road read “Vagabond Motel”, a perfect fit to end our day. We checked in and asked where we could still find food at this hour and were sent over to the bar on the corner. As we entered the bar we got a friendly hello from the bartender who stood behind the bar swinging an electric tennis racket battling the mosquitos, a sign of things to come for the next 10 days.

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As we explained what we were doing for the next 10 days, he introduced us to Ray who was seated at the end of the bar (who I swear I saw several days later in Munising at a gas station). He ran down his list of favorites west of here, “You’ve got to hike in the porkies (The Porcupine Mountains) and if you’re going to Copper Harbor you’ve got to get some Thimbleberry jam from the Jam Lady, $10 a jar but the best damn jam you’ve ever had!” He said, smacking his palm on the countertop. No one there had been to Isle Royale but had all heard it was beautiful. We added those points to our list, thanked them after a few beers and a snack, and called it quits for the night.

Waking up in the Vagabond surrounded by the morning mist, we decided to shoot up to Whitefish Point in the morning before we headed west to see the Tahquamenon Falls. We turned off into the Whitefish Harbor a few miles south of the point and found the point to mostly be a bunch of tourists taking pictures of the lighthouse and Lake Superior from the deck. The pier was far more interesting; the launch point for local fisherman and a boat graveyard as well. We wandered the cement pillars out into the mist beginning to feel like we were on the edge of the earth as Superior disappeared into the haze. As we left and made our way south, Bethany at the Whitefish Point gift shop had suggested we stop at Paradise Sporting Outfitters to pick up a snowmobile & offroad map. She told us that last year a section of the forest between the point and Pictured Rocks burned and we could take these dirt roads all through it and wrap around the coast to Pictured Rocks which would be a good place to stop for the night.

From Tahquamenon Falls we turned north on 500 straight into the burn. It’s a good sign that you are on the right (or wrong road depending on how you see things) when the only vehicles to pass you all day are 4 Wheelers tearing through the dust. Less than 20 miles of road took us more than 5 hours to travel, winding through sandpits that required us to backtrack and gun it through some tricky spots, the roads labeled impassable turned out to be just a suggestion, and we wound our way through the blackened woods. I’ve been in forests that have burned before but never one so fresh. I spent time a few winters ago out in Lama, NM where part of the mountain had burnt in 1996, but having had a few years to recover, the brush had returned and the only remnants of the fire were a few trees with scarred bark. Here in the northern section of the Lake Superior State Forest the trees were black spikes pointed at the sky with just a thin layer of ferns and grass growing beneath. The contrast was remarkable. Eventually we realized we’d never make it to Pictured Rocks at this rate of crawling through the sand. We meandered south again to pick up the 414 to 410, but not before pulling off for a quick dip in Muskallonge Lake just on the northern edge of the Penninsula.

Even with dusk coming at 10pm, we were quickly losing light as we raced through the local roads. We were trying to beat the sun to the horizon and to Pictured Rocks. We pulled into the parking lot just as the sun turned red, cutting through the trees. We ran down to the edge just in time to catch the last light as the sun disappeared into the night. We once again found ourselves standing in the darkness needing to figure out a place to stay and find food at 10pm in the UP.

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Wolverine Traveler: The Upper Peninsula
Photography & Text: Mikael Kennedy
Co-Pilot: Blaine Davis

Mikael Kennedy is a New York City- based commercial and fine art photographer. He is the author of the internationally acclaimed Polaroid travel blog, Passport to Trespass, documenting his 10 years of wandering the United States with a Polaroid SX70.

Blaine Davis  Raised in the contrasting culturespo of South Texas and Eastern Europe, Blaine Davis quickly developed a taste for travel, photography and the outdoors at a young age. Currently working as a photographer, teacher and sometime writer in Brooklyn, NY.



Wolverine Introduces the Wolverine: Traveler

Posted On: Tuesday, June 11, 2013 , Events

Following the success of 2012’s Ramblers Bone, Wolverine has once again teamed with photographer and adventurer Mikael Kennedy to return to the road. Wolverine: Traveler will consist of a series of trips taken by Mikael Kennedy and various travel companions, chronicling historical people and places. The first trip with photographer, teacher and writer Blaine Davis will run from June 11 – 19. 

Equipped with the latest Wolverine boots, Kennedy and his companions will document their adventures daily on Wolverine 1k's Instagram feed (@wolverine1k) and twitter feed (@wolverine1k), building up to the release of the full journey on Wolverine.com upon their return. Chapters in the adventure will feature photos and text, creating a narrative of their journey that will be available starting July 1.

Founded in 1883, American bootmaker Wolverine crafted the boots and shoes that helped explore and build America as we know it today. The first Wolverine: Traveler adventure will set out to explore Wolverine's backyard, the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Kennedy and Davis will begin their journey from Wolverine headquarters in Rockford, Mich. on June 11, heading north and crossing through the straits of Mackinac to the untouched wilderness and beauty beyond. Over the course of the ten-day trip, Kennedy and Davis will weave their way through the small towns and preserved wildlife looking for what makes the UP such a unique part of the American landscape. The journey will culminate on the northernmost tip of the UP when they board a seaplane headed to Isle Royal National Park, one of the least visited national parks in America.  Once on the island they’ll spend two nights at the Rock Harbor lodge and explore the interior of the island by foot.

You can follow their journey on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. #WolverineTraveler