I've been traveling to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan for summer vacations for a long time. Last week I returned from my quadrillianth summer trip there. Somehow it never gets old. Perhaps it's because of the wildness, or the coolness of the air which makes a lovely respite from the swelter of the humid Ohio heat. Perhaps it's the lakes that seem like oceans, and the lore of the people who lived and perished on the lakes. Maybe it's the lack of Starbucks, and the abundance of cherries, or the fact that you can still dine in a supper club. You should go. But please, keep this on the down low. We don't want the masses to be wise to this vacation gem. Crowds would spoil the effect.
