I rank everything. Top TV characters (I say Archie Bunker and Hawkeye Pierce). Best road trip songs (“Me and Bobby McGee” heads my list). Paragons of cool (I’m going with Bruce Springsteen and Paul Newman). And, of course, American places.
I know I’m enchanted by a particular swath of the American scene when I’m driving through the region RV-style and I’m thinking to myself: This has to rank WAY up there. The thought always comes to mind while cruising through California’s redwood country and beneath Montana’s big sky and alongside the horse farms of Kentucky and past the charming hamlets of Vermont.
And northwestern Michigan, too. Every time.
What was the best part this time around? Well, maybe it was the stroll around the almost unfathomably charming yet unexpectedly bustling town of Glen Arbor, just north of Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore. As an author, my favorite business establishment was the Cottage Book Shop, housed in a 96-year-old log cabin. They even had a couple of my picture books facing out. Or did I do that?