Traverse City: Day One

 Julia and I visited Traverse City more than ten years ago with the kids on a family vacation. We really liked it then but thought that it would be fun to experience the city as retirees without the family this time. While the trip to Traverse City was a camping experience with solitude, campfires and nature, our stay at Traverse City State Park was an urban experience with tight, crowded camping that was not ideal. 

The young couple across from us created some excitement when they let their large trailer slide off of the little plastic tongue holder being used, which resulted in a large crash. A handful of us elders stood around offering advice and tools, which did get the trailer upright. Immediately after that, the young man drove his $100,000 truck into a sturdy post, punching a hole in his front bumper, all in front of his two wide-eyed young boys. Dad was having a bad day.

We went off in search of a beer at one of Traverse City’s many breweries. First stop was Right Brain.

Mine was a nitro milk stout and mighty fine.

I wanted this tshirt, but they didn’t have one in my size (and Julia says this color looks horrible on me anyway).

We went to dinner downtown at Taproot, a ciderhouse with live entertainment. We had french onion soup and shared a pizza. The guitar player was fun and took the edge off the travel day.

Callie stayed behind in her crate to spare herself this embarrassment.

Straits State Park

While we were at Indian Lake, we made a reservation at Strait State Park near St. Ignace, Michigan and very close to the north side of the Mackinac Bridge. None of the electric sites were worthy of advanced planning, but there were a few rustic sites that faced the beach and had views of the bridge. We nabbed one available for a single night.

There wasn’t a lot of hiking here, except around the campground loops. We did drive into town and enjoy dinner out at Gangplanks up the street from one of the many ferry parking lots where tourists take the ferry ride to Mackinaw Island. We’ve been to the island before, but didn’t feel a need to return. 

Two brews from Keewanaw Brewing

We then settled back for a relaxing evening of beach walks and bridge watching. It didn’t get dark until nearly 10 pm. We are on the western edge of the Eastern Time Zone.

We enjoyed this special place. Next stop:  Traverse City.

Indian Lake State Park

We didn’t have an itinerary for this trip, except that we planned to eventually spend some time at Traverse City on the lower peninsula. After Wells State Park, we looked ahead about 90 minutes and found Indian Lake State Park. It seemed like an interesting spot on the map,  We were not disappointed. 

Just on the other side of that rail fence were stairs leading direct down to the lake.

There wasn’t any beach to hang out, but we managed to find a comfortable spot to relax.

On the next morning, we drove into Manistique and walked the trail along Lake Michigan. There was  a long pier that went out to the lighthouse. We like lighthouses.

Sometimes, it’s the places that you’ve never heard about that turn into places to return again and again.

Callie-approved campsite

Day 2 at Wells

The mosquitoes descended upon us last night and drove me into the Scamp at dusk. The morning sunrise was quiet and windless. The skies were hazy with smoke from the Canadian fires.

For breakfast, I prepared Krusties blueberry pancakes, which I will not do again. The blueberry “chips” left a film on the tops of our mouths, which made me guess that the blueberries may have been developed in a lab instead of on a bush. 

After breakfast, we took a long walk on the shore. A pleasant offshore breeze kept the mosquitoes down.

Wells is a very nice Michigan state park and uncrowded on a Monday morning. One can venture into the woods.

Or play a game of horseshoes.

We would stay here again (on a weekday). 

Wells State Park

 

We are camped about twenty feet from the lapping waves of Lake Michigan at Wells State Park which is just south of Escanaba, Michigan. 

We’ve had unusually hot weather in the Madison area, but it’s very comfortable here in the mid-70s with a light lake breeze. A short distance away in the woods, the mosquitoes are voracious. 

We will head further north tomorrow and make a gentle right turn at the northwest corner of the lake. 

Father Son Time

 Justin has made an excellent adjustment to apartment living in Madison.  We are coming up on his lease renewal and putting together the paperwork to make that happen.  

He gets a small rent reduction because the developer earned affordable housing credits by offering a small amount of apartments at the 80% level for median income.  Of course, Justin receives way less than that in the form of Social Security income.  He needs to re-qualify each year for the rent subsidy, which is a paperwork pain but not an eligibility issue.  

We were hoping that he would qualify for either Section 8 housing or a Section 8 voucher by now, but fully accessible Section 8 apartments have a very long waiting list, even though Justin meets just about every "preference" possible for eligibility.   People don't generally leave those apartment until they die, locking in rent that is equivalent to 30% of the tenant's income or a similar voucher. 

Today was Justin's last day of work at a community center reception desk.  He is very proud of finishing the assignment after a rough start due to wheelchair issues.  He finally received a new wheelchair and has been putting it to good use by rolling home over four miles after work, if the weather is good.  He has applied for an Information Technology training and internship next, but that program won't start until fall if he gets past the interview. 

Thankfully, we had time to play after dealing with the paperwork issues.  We ordered pizza out.  I brought beer.  And we headed up to the rooftop patio.  The people residing in the penthouse next door are definitely market rate payers, but the roof patio is free to use for anyone in the building.  We're often the only ones up there.

The deep dish pizza was ordered from up the street.  My beer was Pulp Culture, an excellent hazy IPA from Working Draft Beer Company on the east side of Madison. The hose over Justin's shoulder is connected to a water bag on the back of the wheelchair.  Very handy and accessible for Justin, especially since he doesn't like beer.  

After stuffing ourselves, we took a walk in the park along the lake across the street.  Lots of people out on a hot and humid evening.