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At the end of most vacations, I always have a list of things I wish I’d done and hope to do next time (like the time I went to Spain and skipped Grenada – although I did get to Seville. Someday.)

So here’s my list for the Glen Arbor area:

1) canoe or kayak on the Crystal River. Our tubing on the Platte was a bit of a bust – too slow and sleepy. The Crystal River looks fun – narrower and more winding and mysterious. And we’ll skip the tubes next time.

2) visit the Old Mission Peninsula, especially the general store in an old  wigwam.

3) visit Traverse City – we didn’t even get close to the place.

4) check out the towns of Maple City and Cedar something or other. (uh oh, I’m already forgetting names.)

5) do more hiking on the dunes and the other ride with the ranger on Point Oneida.

greetings from our own little temporary slice of paradise.  Our two-room cottage just south of Glen Arbor at grey, aqua and dark blue bands of Big Glen Lake framed by birch trees. It’s breezy and sunny with white caps and I want to stay here forever. The rental agency has lived up to my expectations. Everything is as it should be and more at Brookhaven #4 – the place is clean, clearful, nicely decorated. The staff of visit up north were bright and cheerful on a sunday morning no less.

we ate dinner at a great place last night, trattoria funistrada, which served delicious pasta dishes in a cozy old house just south of where we are on big glen lake (maple city and burdickville are technically the town names). On the drive up we stopped in a little hamlet of Fennville for late breakfast at the blue Goose Cafe, which appeared to be the local hangout. Nothing fancy but good homemade food served by a plucky waitress. we’d been sent there by a guidebook to go to another restaurant down the street but it turned out to be more upscale and expensive, especially for five of us.

Woke up this morning to detroit bagels (the best) brought by my dad and his wife Barbara – and superb smoked whitefish from Carlson’s in Leeland and fresh blueberries and peaches bought at one of the many fruit stands near South Haven. Life is good.