Tag: michigan travel
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A Place That Fully Commits to the Bit There are very few places in Michigan where you can casually say, “Yeah, I got married in Hell,” and people immediately stop what they’re doing. Hell, Michigan somehow manages to feel both like a joke and a fever dream at the same time…which honestly makes it one…
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Note: Going forward, my first ex-husband has given me permission to use his real name and show his face. 🥁 Drumroll, please! 🥁 “Ex-husband”, “Ex-husband #1”, and “Westley” is Blake. But, honestly, I think the only people who read this blog already knew that. There are some places in Michigan that do not feel entirely…
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The Sequel Last week, I wrote about Holland, Michigan and our long-running relationship with Tulip Time chaos, impossible parking, heat intolerance, goats giving birth, and wooden shoes. Consider this the continuation of that story because apparently Holland has become one of our recurring little Michigan side quests. This time, we made another quick trip out…
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There are some Michigan towns that feel like they exist in their own little pocket dimension, and Holland is definitely one of them. Between the tulips, the Dutch architecture, the windmills, the wooden shoes, and the aggressively cheerful amount of floral landscaping, it almost feels like someone dropped a tiny European village along Lake Michigan…
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Trip #1: Girls Day (+ Ryan) We parked in the south lot, where the adventure already begins. Before the gates even come into view, you’re funneled down a long wooded stretch that feels more like a secret passageway than a parking path. It’s the perfect prelude—like the trees themselves know you’re stepping into another world.…
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Flash Of Memory Cherry pits on the dashboard. Bug spray in my hair. Fireworks stitched across the sky like burning sigils. That’s Traverse City in July—the place where the lake kisses the horizon and makes you believe in magic. Where tradition hums louder than the grand finale, long after the sparks fade. 🎆 I’ve been…