Sleeping Bear
There was once, says the legend, a terrible fire or as
some will recount it a famine and
a mother bear with her two cubs was driven
into the lake. They swam for many hours until the
smaller of the cubs began to weaken and,
despite all the mother could do, was drowned,
then the second cub also, so when the mother reached
the shore which then as now belonged
to a land of plenty she lay down with her face
to the shimmering span whose other side was quite
beyond her powers of return. The islands
we call Manitou, the one and then the other, are
her cubs, she can see them, we go to them now by ferry.
And maybe that’s what we mean by
recreation, not that everything lost—remember
the people to whom the legend belonged—shall be
restored but that it does us good
to contemplate the evidence. The lake,
the dunes, the broken ships, the larger-than-we-are
skeins of time and substance in which
change might be—we’ll think of it so hostile but a kindness..
Linda Gregerson (1950)
The Ojibwa legend is that a mother bear searched from the top of these dunes, now a national park and seashore, for her cubs. To console her, North and South Manitou Islands were formed to commemorate her lost children. We were also told that the native Americans thought the dunes looked like a sleeping bear as they passed them on the waters of Lake Michigan. No matter how they got the name, Sleeping Bear Dunes are a beautiful area with many stunning views of the ocean-like Lake Michigan. We were lucky to spend some time there with the lovely town of Glen Harbor as our base.
The predominant attraction here is hiking, biking and enjoying the scenery and in our case, also the fall leaves in the National Park area.
Climbing dunes, which is actually a bit challenging, is a favorite activity in the park. The most popular site is called unimaginatively, Dune Climb, and consists of a couple of miles climbing amongst the dunes. We opted for a less popular site a bit further away from the crowds called Sleeping Bear Point. It was a very windswept experience, but many great view of Lake Michigan, dune grasses and ghost forests. The end of this hike was through a white pine forest in a big loop. I wish I could transport the lovely aroma of those trees to anyone reading this but you will have to go experience that for yourself.
In the evening, finding a meal wasn't completely challenging, but many places are closed Sunday through Tuesday (of course, while we were there!) in the "off season." We had some Detroit leftovers that sufficed in a pinch one night and we made breakfast in our Airbnb. But we did find nice meals at Good Harbor Grill, Blu and LeBecasse restaurants. Blu was a pricey and worth it French Bistro. Due to Covid, we had to eat outdoors, and although a bit blustery, a good coat, a heat lamp and a lovely sunset made it all right! LeBecasse which has been in nearby Maple City for over 40 years was also interestingly run by a French trained chef. It is located in a small house. Really nice food and great wine list as well. I think the waiter was drunk, but oh well! Still a little slice of eater heaven in a tiny little community. Who knew?
We hiked many, many miles and probably gained weight due to all the great if limited dining options.
Our last day in the area, we decided to make a journey to the very end of the peninsula where the Grand Traverse lighthouse sits.
On the way back, amidst all the Biden and Bye-Don and the Trump political signs, we did spot one that was purely geographic and had to commemorate our arrival at this auspicious location.
I do believe that nearly every yard in northern Michigan had a sign proclaiming their voting proclivity!
But the good news is, we didn't come here for politics. We came here for to see Michigan-- or at least part of it. And to celebrate the pirate's 59th birthday. Thank you Michigan for being a scenic and gracious host.
Si Quæris Peninsulam Amœnam Circumspice, "If you seek a pleasant peninsula, look about you," which is the official state motto.
Paul's Ponderings: We had a great time in this very diverse area.....the weather was pretty cooperative other than getting stung by sand and wind on the one hike on the dunes. Unlike "urban Michigan", this area has always been a combination of tourism, farming, and perhaps a bit of logging. So, the economic impact of the auto industry evolution is less evident here. That said, Glen Arbor in particular is a lovely town and has the advantage of being hemmed in by the national park, which avoids too much growth. In the end, we felt like we did the area justice and had a nice variety of experiences. Perhaps we shall return one day....now it's on to Traverse City for a day as we sort of start our return homeward.
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