Up North

What the hell is the fascination with going Up North? I bet I wasn't in Michigan for 72 hours before I heard someone say they were "going up North." I had no fucking clue what this meant. Going to Muskegon? Probably not. Without knowing where it was, I still was baffled by what was up there and what you did up there. Well, now I've spent a week there (as well as a couple of lesser "Up North" trips) and I still don't get it.


If you want to know when you're Up North, you need to ask those who habitually go there. North of Flint, yes; but how much further north, I don't know. I also sense that Up North means different things to those who go. People who go to Frankfurt and people who go to Petoskey have different perceptions and expectations -- so let's go with Petoskey as our typical Up North place. I'm sure people from the thumb side of Michigan may not buy that but I think the appeal -- which remains a mystery to me -- is the same.


The lovely M and I stayed in Petoskey with a beautiful view of a sign for a strip mall behind which was the harbour. I think is was Little Traverse Bay. Just a minute, I'll check (hum the Final Jeopardy theme, will ya? . . . yes, that's right. Not exactly the view of the Golden Gate and Bay Bridges, but beautiful none the less. Then there's the town. Up to date but quaint. Cutesy little shops and restaurants obviously focused on vacationers and summertime residents. Very nice to walk around and window shop or stop to eat. Is this why I'm here?


Then you have Harbor Springs and Charlevoix -- more of the same but smaller. OK, OK. The Harbor Springs people (Grosse Pointe north) would not agree, but I say they are all quaint little towns for summer residents and vacationers that are on Lake Michigan. Next we have Mackinaw or Mackinac or Mackinack Island. All of which spell MACK-IN-AWE. I think. Let me sum it up this way -- poorly dressed, fat, white people eating fudge. Of course, you've heard that there are no cars, right? So there won't be any congestion; not so fast, baldy. There are a zillion bicycles darting in and around the poorly dressed, fat, white people eating fudge. There's the Grand Hotel. I guess it's grand -- I didn't feel like walking up there or pedaling. Bicycling around the island? Why prolong the agony?

There are lots of beautiful homes with fabulous views of the bay on the inland side of the main street on Macinack. Unfortunately their view is obstructed by poorly dressed, fat, white people eating fudge. Million dollar homes -- ten cent view. Our goal was to be off the island in less than an hour. We missed by 5 minutes. Compared to this place, Myrtle Beach is Palm Springs!

The Mackinack Bridge. Now that's interesting. How can a five mile long suspension bridge not be interesting? The Danger High Winds signs add a little intrigue to it. Trucks and trailers cannot go more than 20mph, so you know there's serious wind. It was pretty cool. Then you arrive in the tip of the U.P. St. Ignace to be precise. Home of an Indian-owned casino that was shitty. Loose a quick $80 and move on.

We unexpectedly hung out with some summer residents of Harbor Springs most nights. Unexpectedly because we were surprised to be spending four evenings with them -- rather than maybe one. All very lovely people but we really wanted to be alone in our hotel room or wherever we chose. Our friends were quite enamoured with our truly unexpected guests, an older couple whose name is well known in Detroit because their son was one of the Pistons' Bad Boys of the late 80's. They were less than delightful to Lady M and me. Their predictable grouchiness toward each other was cute for about three minutes, then not so much. The main thing was that we were with three married couples who own homes in Harbor Springs and I could not figure out why. What do you do up there?

Here is was the middleoffuckinkjuly and it was cool and overcast 5 of 6 days. You know the picturesque views look pretty dreary when it's gray out. And what the fuck do you do up there all summer? Golf yes, but there are a million nice looking golf courses "down state";not to mention in true vacation spots like the Carolinas or Florida or Arizona. So I'm still wondering: What is so appealing about Up North?

Can you tell me?