After Mackinaw City we drove sammies to Manistee, a quaint
historic town along the Manistee River and Lake Michigan. We arrived just in time to catch an hour or
so of sunshine, or at least of no rain.
After parking our rig and unloading the beasts, we strolled around the
campsite. Sammies received the usual
attention and comments, “What kind of dogs are those? Beautiful.”
They are always humble when being adored by other campers and their kids.
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Manistee River

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Airing out doggy beds after 10 days of travel
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Staff and I decided to head down to Orchard Beach, which was
located down the bluff from our campsite.
The Great Lakes are like nature’s wave pool – warm, clear and no scary
fish. We played in the waves and watched
a front come toward our beach. Staff was
explaining the math behind calculating how fast a storm travels, but I stopped
listening when I saw a flash of lightening in the distance. Then I high-tailed it out of the water,
snatching up both of our towels and practically running up the 50 stairs up the
bluff.
A young couple and their toddler
were walking down the stairs to go swimming.
I wanted to say something to them, but they looked determined. A man standing at the top of the stairs was
watching them, too, and we both wondered if we had some sort of civic
responsibility to warn them about the lightening. The thunder was loud and unmistakable, but
maybe they didn’t see the flashing bolts on the horizon? Staff just kept walking saying something about everyone having the right to choose how they die.
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Orchard Beach - another beautiful day in Michigan
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About 50 stairs down to the beach-definitely not for the arthritically-inclined
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As the rain started to pour, we packed sammies into the
trailer and headed into Manistee’s downtown to find a restaurant. We were spoiled by the UP where you can find
delicious whitefish everywhere. Even
bars whose specialty is friend cheese curds still have excellent freshly caught
whitefish. It appears that we have now
entered what Staff refers to as the “Redneck Riviera,” the western shoreline of
Michigan south of Traverse City, which is lined with picturesque sandy bluffs,
but where it is almost impossible to find a decent restaurant. So we gave up and gorged ourselves at
Pizza Hut.
Though Manistee, like Munising, may have been hit by
economic hard times, they seem to have a line item in their budget for
flowers. Both have downtowns that are
lined with colorful annuals. Almost made
me forget about the fact that there are no yummy restaurants in Manistee.
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Flowers line downtown Manistee streets
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Staff requested that we take a detour from our shoreline
route to Grand Rapids so that he could visit an RV store and look at his dream
RV in person. We were in dire need of a giant mat that you
put in front of your trailer so doggies can lie on the ground
outside and not track in dirt.
Unfortunately, that little detour was the last
beautiful day of sunshine. We spent it
in the car. Ah, well. No need to be gluttonous. Not like we hadn’t just had 9 days of gorgeous
weather on our UP trip.
Around 4:45 p.m., we arrived in Grand Haven state park. Depending on your perspective, this is either
RV heaven or hell. The campers are
parked within spitting distance of each other on a giant concrete pad about 3
acres long in front of the beach. But that’s
the heaven part - you are right on the beach. A night at a hotel right on the beach would cost 4-5 times as much as our campground. Also, downtown Grand Haven, with all of its cute shops, cafes and boutiques, is just a 15 minute walk or short bike ride away.
Staff tried to find wind, but was “skunked,” meaning the
wind died when he got there. I walked
the beach and read my new book borrowed from the lending library shelf at the
Grand Marais campground.
Oh, yes, and sammies, as always, had a wonderful time.