A writer for the New Zealand Herald details his trip through Michigan, including thoughts on the U.P.
Excerpt: The water separating Belle Isle from the mainland seems to dance. It shimmers and shakes, flares up and falls, shudders and shivers, a constantly moving corridor of blue. Its restlessness is a tribute to the currents that compete within it. Immediately to the east, Lake St Clair is visible, a wide expanse of apparently endless resources.
For the whole travel piece, go
here.
Source: New Zealand Herald
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