I catalog the sights and review them later for later visits. A gas up and a burger in Traverse City was half way. I was amazed, I had seen so much, little did I know the real beauty lay just ahead. It is a little know fact that after you pass the casinos and the shops and beaches, Lake Michigan's shores review themselves and disclose the curviest of roads I have yet to find in the state. Like the lines on my palm, M22 makes its way from Northport down to Ludington way.
Small towns come and go, but the curves just keep coming.
I just lost count. The endless straight shore of Huron and its beauty are very different from this. I went to camp on upper Hering lake as a boy at Camp Lookout. This was the first time I had passed the sign since then. The shiver up my spine was so cold I shed a tear.