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The highlight of our trip up the Old Mission Peninsula was supposed to be a visit to the Old Mission, a school founded in 1839 by a Presbyterian missionary to educate and indoctrinate the local Indians into the ways of the Christian west. In an event that will forever be cited as justification for our rule that Summit hosts always visit a site before taking the group there, the Old Mission turned out to be a tiny one-room schoolhouse that could easily fit inside your average two-car garage. It was also completely empty except for a map of the peninsula and some hand-typed blurbs about the school by the local women's auxiliary of some civic organization. However, those notes salvaged the entire trip, because they were riotous. They described how the Indian men, when they weren't off having fun hunting or playing war with other guys, just lounged around the teepee while the women did all the hard work. Quickly exhausting the possibilities of the Old Mission, we retreated to the classic Old Mission General Store next door, and it was like stepping into a time machine and coming out in 1940. Their stock featured mood rings, barrels of horehounds, animal pelts, and big flat slabs of taffy wrapped in wax paper. What a find! In this picture, Liam Donahue shows that he's ready to accept the mantle of leadership by assuming a classic Summit pose: standing atop some form of pedestal in order to pontificate. | |
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