As a child going “Up North” was *almost* as good as Christmas. I’d cry every time we came home (way after I was too old to be crying to come home).
I still believe there is magic along shores. I have never met a person who was disappointed with Northern Michigan. Except I did hear Madonna didn’t like it. But I’m going to consider that a good thing.
Petoskey is one of those magical places. Summer strolling along the shores, feet in the water with a Petoskey stone in hand. The incredible fall foliage of autumn. Winter skiing and snowboarding. Spring lilacs. All the sunsets.