Four Days in Maine

For the last few years, Daniel and I have been traveling to distant destinations—from Spain to Mexico to the western United States. This summer, we opted for something closer to home: Maine. Specifically, Southport, on the coast near Boothbay Harbor. I lived in Massachusetts for nine years but made it to Maine only a few times for day trips. Daniel has been fond of New England since our first trip to Provincetown in 2007. An additional advantage of this trip was being able to stay with my sister and her husband at a cottage owned by his family.  The cottage is a rustic but comfortable affair, blessedly lacking Wi-Fi but equipped with such decidedly off-grid amenities as a wind-up Victrola and a selection of 78 rpm records. The cottage sits directly on the shore, with a dock extending into the water.

View from the back porch

My sister with Daniel

Southport is a very small community with little in the way of shops or restaurants. An abundant selection of both can be found in adjoining Boothbay Harbor, which boasts an astonishing variety of amenities considering its off-season population of just over 2,000: numerous restaurants, art galleries, stores, and even an opera house. Of course, like any location where “summer” is a verb, the population balloons during the warmer months.

Two views of Boothbay Harbor

When one thinks of the culinary delights of coastal New England, one’s taste buds naturally gravitate toward lobster, oysters, and other sea-borne delights. I satisfied my craving for those at Boothbay Lobster Wharf. We also made several visits to Downeast Ice Cream Factory, which has at least two locations. The selection is generous, and I found the Coconut Almond Chocolate Chip and Caramel Apple particularly appealing. While the prices were high, as one would expect in a tourist town, the servings were equally generous—a single scoop was really closer to three scoops in volume.

About to enjoy lobster

Shellfish doesn't agree with Daniel, so the hat sufficed.

Shopping in downtown Boothbay Harbor is mostly devoted to tourist-oriented stores selling T-shirts and locally branded merchandise—the kind of items that remind one, or prove to others, that one was here. However, one store also had a selection of old LPs, and I bought three, including one featuring Dolly Parton, who had passed away the day before. There are also a number of art galleries, but our walls are fully occupied, so we didn’t even enter them. Leaving downtown and its expensive retail rents behind, we found several thrift and antique stores. One was next to the nearby Railway Village Museum, where I found some very nice dessert dishware.

As noted above, the year-round population of Boothbay Harbor is small, and many residents are retirees or otherwise affluent. Consequently, many of those working in restaurants and other businesses during the summer are not native Mainers. We encountered a good many Romanian university students filling seasonal jobs with the help of J-1 visas. I hope the Trump administration doesn’t get wind of this, because ending the program could cripple small summer towns in New England and elsewhere. Then again, Trump is fond of Eastern Europeans so long as they’re female and easy.

As our trip was brief, we left the Southport/Boothbay area only once, to visit Pemaquid Point Lighthouse Park. The lighthouse itself is the one featured on Maine’s 2003 State Quarter. It is owned by the U.S. Coast Guard and open to visitors. The rest of the park is owned by the Town of Bristol and includes a fishermen’s museum, art gallery, and gift shop. We visited all of these, and climbing to the top of the lighthouse tower was one of the highlights of our trip. Having worked up an appetite, we afterward made our way to Moody’s Diner in Waldoboro.

We made the journey to Maine and back by car, mostly on Interstates 90, 95, and 495 until we passed Portland. From there, it was good old Route 1 most of the way to the swing-bridge that leads into Southport.

By the time Daniel and I arrived home, we had already resolved to return to Maine one day. Given how dog-friendly the state—and particularly Boothbay Harbor—is, we'll most likely bring Brownie along next time.

 

One week in Spain

Daniel and I recently undertook a one-week trip to Spain.  Owing t0 some unanticipated and expensive home repairs, this will be our only major trip this year.  We spent several days in Barcelona, with a trip via high-speed rail to Madrid for the remainder of our time there. 

Based on scheduling and layovers, it made more sense to use different airlines for our departing and return flights.  We took United Airlines to Barcelona, connecting in Newark.  As the overnight flight is seven hours long, I booked United’s Premiere Plus seats so we would have enough room to sleep.  All was not as expected.  Along with several other travelers, our in-seat monitors wouldn’t play any entertainment despite the crew rebooting the whole system.  We could only view the flight map.  Fortunately, the plane’s Wi-Fi worked, and I watched “Saturday Night” on my phone.  When the time came for our meal, they only had one chicken dinner left, so I let Danny have it while I had the vegetarian meal - a cauliflower dish that was quite good.  This proved to be fortuitous for me as I ate a lot of meat during the following week. 

View from our in-flight monitor...

Our flight landed in Barcelona on time.  Border control at BCN is very efficient and professional.  The airport is clean, modern, and well laid out.  Wanting to avoid the expense of a taxi, we took the Aerobus to Plaça de Catalunya, which was just a few short blocks from our hotel.  We had no agenda for that day.  So, after dropping off our luggage at the hotel, we decided to wander freely. 

Barcelona is mostly laid out on a grid pattern and very walkable.  Although we did purchase passes for the local Metro, we only used them a few times.  On that first day, our wanderings took us to the Banksy museum; his work runs the gamut from amusing, to witty, to thought-provoking.

At the Banksy museum...

Later that afternoon, we returned to Hotel Indigo and were delighted to learn that our room had been upgraded to a larger space with a patio.  Our Spain trip marks the third and fourth times I’ve stayed at Indigo properties and I have never been less than pleased. 

Appropriately for a Sunday, our morning trip took us to Sagrada Familia, architect Antoni Gaudi’s crowning masterpiece – finally nearing completion some 142 years after ground was broken and a century after the architect’s death.  Words simply fail me in describing this structure, so I will let the photos below speak for themselves.

That afternoon we traveled to Park Guell via bus where we chatted with some American students before walking through the park. 

Monday we saw two more of Gaudi’s well-known works: Casa Batlló, and La pedrera (Casa Milà).  The former of these was a single-family home, the other an apartment building.

On Tuesday we did more free association as we walked La Rambla all the way through the Gothic Quarter to the waterfront and back, stopping into various shops along the way.  That evening, we attended a flamenco show which was a highlight of the trip.  The intoxicating melodies, sensuous harmonies, and bracing rhythms left me mesmerized and inspired.  I’ve spent the week since our return noodling Spanish flavored melodies at the piano.

At the Rambla's southern point...

In both Barcelona and Madrid, we enjoyed numerous and varied culinary delights.  Tapas is the thing in Spain and none of our selections were less than very good.  Even fast-food staples like McDonald’s and Burger King were on a higher level than in the US.

McDonald's in Spain is superior to its American 

counterpart, but no match for Tapas.

Wednesday morning, we took a short Metro ride to Barcelona Sants railway station for the high-speed rail trip to Madrid on IRYO.  This was our first experience with high-speed rail – although I used the commuter rail when living near Boston.  Rail in Europe is the superior alternative to air travel when travelling moderate distances – say, under 500 miles.  Think of it this way: if you’re in a city and want to fly somewhere, you need to go to the airport – which is usually in the outskirts of town; then there’s security which can take an hour; you board the plane about a ½ hour before departure; then you fly and land in your destination, get your luggage, and commute to your destination city.  But with our trip via rail, the train stations were right in the middle of town, security was quick, we were on the train and off in a flash – plus the seating options are far more affordable and comfortable than when flying.  We look forward to more inter-Europe travel via rail.    

Our high speed meal on IRYO.

 

Barcelona and Madrid have similarities but many differences as well.  In both cities, we saw same-sex couples holding hands or walking arm in arm without being harassed or even particularly noticed.  Both cities are dog friendly – although people in Barcelona are more diligent about picking up after their dogs than in Madrid.  While both cities are highly walkable, Barcelona is more easily navigable due to the grid pattern layout as opposed to Madrid’s winding alleys.  Madrid, being Spain’s political capitol and financial center, has a busier atmosphere and the kind of bustling city crowds one associates with New York. 

Both cities have airports that put their American counterparts to shame.  Border control at Barcelona airport was efficient and the border personnel were friendly.  Madrid’s airport is beautifully designed, with many restaurants and duty-free shops. 

Terminal 4 at Madrid's gorgeous airport

As with our flight to Barcelona, our return on American Airlines was in that carrier’s Premium Economy section.  The experience was comparable and our in-seat monitors worked this time. 

Arriving in Charlotte after our eight-hour flight was an exercise in exasperation:  It took over 45 minutes to retrieve our luggage because the conveyor that carries baggage from the plane to the truck was broken.  By the time we had it, we undertook a mad rush to recheck it, go through security, and get to our gate.  By the time we landed in Cleveland, we were exhausted and more than ready for bed.    

A cruise to Cozumel and Progreso

Northeast Ohio winters aren’t as severe as they used to be.  Indeed, over the past few years, our worst weather events have occurred during the summer – including two extended blackouts.  I’ve never minded the snow that much.  But the cold and dry air are hard on my sinuses and skin.  So, Daniel and I are always eager to get a break from the weather.  We avoid travel during holidays – too much price gouging by airlines and hotels, along with overcrowded airports and roads.  But the first two weeks of December have worked out well for us.     

Daniel and I had previously been on two other cruises: a west coast Princess Cruise in 2017, and a Royal Caribbean cruise to Key West and Havana the following year.  Both cruises and lines had their benefits and drawbacks.  COVID put the kibosh on more cruising, plus there were more landlocked areas we wanted to see.  So, it wasn’t until last week that we returned to cruising, out of New Orleans visiting Cozumel and Progreso Mexico on the Carnival Valor. 

As we’d never been to New Orleans before, Daniel and I decided to fly in a day early and explore the area.  Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport has been extensively renovated over the past decade and I found myself wishing once again that Cleveland had a better, more connected airport.  I found a hotel that was convenient to both the French Quarter and the cruise terminal – both were within walking distance.  We greatly enjoyed walking the French Quarter and stopping in the various shops and watering holes there.  Being on a Sunday evening, the scene there was quieter than one would see on Mardi Gras.  But we observed several people in striking costumes, and no one seemed to pay them much mind.  I found the genteel decadence of the place to be surprisingly appealing.

Daniel in the French Quarter.

The next morning, Daniel and I walked from our hotel to the cruise terminal via the Riverwalk outlets – probably the weakest mall of its kind I’ve ever seen. 

Each cruise line has its own brand identity, even if the line is owned by a larger parent corporation.  For example, Carnival, Princess, and Cunard are all subsidiaries of Carnival Corporation and plc – yet the experience of cruising on each varies widely.  When we cruised on the Grand Princess, I was in the midst of the usual angst about turning 50.  I discovered I was younger than most of the passengers and decided to forego further cruises on that line until I was a bit older.  Carnival is the opposite.  Somewhat like Walmart, Carnival is all about price point, emphasizing shipboard parties, and promoting itself as the “fun” cruise line.  Cabin prices for two, which of course include meals in the “free” restaurants, can be astonishingly low.  Thus, one sees more variety in age and ethnicity among the passengers than one would see on Princess or Cunard.  The vast majority were American, but we also met with two British brothers.  One of the unofficial rules of cruising relates to something my grandmother used to say, “Never speak of sex, religion, or politics with casual acquaintances.”  I heard no mention of the recent election during the cruise, or politics of any sort.  In that respect, this cruise was a welcome escape.      

As with movie theaters, most cruise line profit is not made on the rooms themselves but on the extras they constantly try to sell you.  The extras range from taking a meal in one of the “premium” restaurants, to purchasing pictures of your and your loved one(s) taken by the ship’s photographer, to buying accoutrements like cologne and jewelry onboard ship.  Then there are the drinks, which are expensive.  I will say Carnival was a bit less in my face about these perks than Royal Caribbean was.

Valor is a Conquest class ship, 20 years old and due for a major refurbishment next year.  American design motifs are seen throughout: bas-reliefs of Washington, Lincoln, and Theodore Roosevelt; sculpted bald eagles; wallpaper featuring figures like Eleanor Roosevelt and Neil Armstrong.  Depending on whether you select “fixed time” or “anytime” dining, you will be seated in either the Washington or Lincoln dining rooms.  The food in Lincoln was good but not outstanding, the service was mostly on-point; Blue Iguana and Guy’s burgers are also good – the former had an excellent breakfast burrito; Rosie’s buffet had standard buffet food; there was also a BBQ place with the blandest sides imaginable – although the meat itself was good.  Daniel & I only dined at one premium restaurant: Scarlett’s Steakhouse, which was very fine indeed.

Carnival Valor, our home for five days.

A very fine steak and cheesecake at Scarlett's.

Everything, from dinner reservations to excursions to texting with your travel companion is handled via Carnival’s Hub app.  All the scheduled events for the day were listed which made it easy for us to select things to do and get reminders.

We experienced rough weather Wednesday and our excursion in Cozumel was subsequently canceled (a refund was promptly posted to our account).  Daniel and I did some local shopping, then went to Fat Tuesday near the pier and began drinking at 11:00am – something of a record for me.  The nachos there were on a lower level than Taco Bell.  But at least we got some commemorative cups. 

Getting our morning drink on in Cozumel.

The rough weather continued Wednesday night as we sailed into Progreso.  By the time we docked, the skies had started to clear and we were on our way to Hacienda Sotuta de Peón for some horseback riding, swimming in a local cenote, and lunch.  Daniel was lucky enough to get a nice tranquil mare named Cielo, whereas I was given a slightly feisty Napoleon.  The water in the cenote (itself a likely remnant of the asteroid that caused the extinction of the dinosaurs) was unexpectedly warm – when our tour guide told us the temperature was 64°, I momentarily forgot that he was measuring in Celsius.  The tour also included a rope making demonstration which I found fascinating.

Some snaps from our excursion in Progreso.

We flew home Saturday, connecting at Houston’s George Bush Intercontinental Airport.  Our flight from Houston to Cleveland boarded from the recently renovated C terminal, which simply has the best gates I’ve seen at any airport, anywhere.  Instead of rows of seats with the occasional outlet, there are sets of desks with outlets aplenty, from which you can charge your devices while enjoying a meal or getting some work done.  Cleveland should take notice.

There was another aspect to this trip that we haven’t had to deal with since our dog Mason died in 2020 – boarding our pet.  Brownie has been to visit Camp Bow Wow several times and we’ve been able to observe him enjoying himself with his canine companions.  He’s come to anticipate his trips there so much that as we dropped him off the day before our flight, he began pulling on his leash to get in.  Brownie was there for the duration of our trip and we picked him up the morning after our return bathed and ready to go home. 

After the activity of the last few weeks, we’re looking forward to a quiet Christmas.

 

 

Six Days in Puerto Vallarta

Daniel and I tend to plan our vacations well in advance of our travel dates – we’re already thinking about our next three trips.  For months, we had been sketching out a visit to Hawaii for this March.  But late last year, we crunched the numbers and travel time, and decided instead on a return visit to Puerto Vallarta, where we’d travelled in December 2021. For those with short memories, the world was a very different place 28 months ago.  We had to mask up while travelling and had to get a COVID test before we returned to the US.  A good part of that trip was consumed by the hassle of getting in and out of Mexico.  Not this time.  But out of an abundance of caution, I went into a partial quarantine the last two days before our trip.  I went to the gym for my usual leg day on Wednesday.  After that, I only left the house to mail a letter, take out the garbage/recycling, and pack up our vehicle for the trip to the airport.   

I'm a great believer in lists, and I love using Excel for cataloguing my physical media and other collections.  I have a template for traveling with tabs for our itinerary, places to go, and checklists. Everything has been preformatted, so when I decide to travel somewhere, I just copy the template, change the name, and fill out the fields. If things are planned, the experience is smoother.

Yes, I have eye bags - it was 4:30am.

We took pretty much the same flights as before: American Airlines, connecting at DFW.  We arrived at CLE at 2:30am for our 5:01am flight to DFW, only to discover that the ticket counter didn’t open until 3:30am.  We got checked in and went to the TSA pre-check, which didn’t open until 4:00am. Hurry up and wait.  DFW was very crowded, and it continually annoys me how people walk with their eyes glued to their phone instead of looking ahead so they don’t bump into others.  PVR airport is not large (a new international terminal is being built) but reasonably modern and very clean.  We were through passport control and customs quickly, made our way past the timeshare hucksters, out the door, past the official expensive taxis, and across the footbridge to the cheaper yellow taxis. 

Puerto Vallarta (PV) is very hilly, one of the reasons it has been called the San Francisco of Mexico - the other is the large gay community that has formed there over the past 20 years.  We had such a great time in December of 2021 that we regretted that our trip was so short.  We gave ourselves an extra couple of days this time.  One thing I didn’t notice the first time we were here is that even the birds seem to speak their own language.  

When we planned the trip, we forgot that this week is spring break for many colleges.  Since the drinking age in Mexico is 18, there were tons of American teens here - and it was amusing to see the look on their faces as they walked about in the Zona Romantica and saw all the rainbow flags.  But I didn’t hear any of them say anything homophobic.

We got to the hotel before noon and our room was ready for us.  The concierge, Gabriel Borroquez, took us to our room where we were welcomed with a “Feliz Cumpleaños” sign and a bottle of champagne.  We love Hotel Mercurio - it’s not the fanciest place preferred by the snobby queens, but the staff is on point and the location can’t be beat.  Many of the staff, including Joselo, Briam, Deyvid, and Ray have been there for years – and there are some new faces as well, including Danny.  The hotel’s longtime bartender, Jorge Gonzalez, was recently voted best bartender in Puerto Vallarta.  Breakfast is included with the room – and this is not the coffee & stale donuts that passes for breakfast at many hotels, but eggs made to order, pancakes, waffles, and several Mexican breakfasts – including chilaquiles, which were new to me and to which I am now addicted.

With Hotel Mercurio's resident cat, Junior.

Relaxing before breakfast.

Chilaquiles, my new friend.

As mentioned above, PV has a festive gay scene.  Both Dan & I have lost interest in the loud crowded places, preferring the smaller bars where one can enjoy conversation.  We found a place near our hotel called Kevin’s Hideaway and met the owner, who briefly lived in Akron.  The bar is on the 2nd floor, and we were able to watch the street scene below.  We also like Los Amigos – a great place for a quiet drink and conversation with Glenn the bartender.

With Kevin at his hideaway.

Saturday, we met up with some friends from our first trip here.  We hit up the art galleries and explored the foodie scene, which included dinner at Kaiser Maximilian - the Wienerschnitzel was simply the best I’ve ever had, not surprising since the owner is from Austria. 

Delicious.

Sunday was my birthday.  We started it off with a hike to Mirador de la Cruz.  The climb was even more arduous than I anticipated but we eventually made it to the top.  The view was spectacular.  The way down was almost as taxing and we rewarded ourselves with desayuno at McDonald’s, which has several options not available in the United States.  We walked around a bit more and stopped for some ice cream and did some more shopping.  That evening, Dan sprung his surprise: a delicious birthday cake presented to me by Mercurio's Danny while the staff sang Happy Birthday. 

My birthday cake and Piña Colada - purely nutritional.

By Monday our energy was winding down.  We did some more shopping and I found something for the house.  That evening we lounged in the hotel’s small pool. 

Tuesday was our last full day here.  We caught an early bus to the Vallarta Botanical Garden, where we saw many unique plants, peacocks and other birds, and butterflies.  I suddenly felt inspired and recorded several of the bird calls for possible use in a new musical work.  Unfortunately, despite wearing bug repellent I was bitten by a small bug which I hope was not a tick.  After coming back, we got some tasty street tacos - with drinks they were 170 pesos - about $10.  Aside from the chilaquiles we had for breakfast, this was the only Mexican food we had while in PV.   

We went back to the hotel to rest up for the walk to dinner.  Barcelona Tapas is far north of Zona Romantica - but totally worth the walk.  Everything was fab from the food to the service to the view.  We could see the planes taking off from PVR - doubtless filled with tourists sad to leave.  Then a last night of socializing before we packed and got ready to fly home.  

Wednesday, I awoke early and walked to the pier for some photos.  After a leisurely breakfast and packing, Danny & I said our goodbyes & walked to the corner to grab a taxi for the airport.  We arrived at the airport 2.5 hours before our flight, got our baggage checked, and went through security where some entitled American mother was complaining because they wouldn’t let her bring her kid’s play-dough on the plane.  Danny & I spent most of our remaining pesos at the duty-free shops before strolling to our gate.  The terminal was super crowded which explains why they’re building a bigger one.  The return connection at DFW was a nightmare.  Customs and TSA there are the least competently run I have ever seen.  I’m glad I got us a long layover because we needed it.  We landed in Cleveland around midnight.  The first thing we did after getting our luggage was to grab our jackets, then we headed to the shuttle that takes us to long term parking.  Unfortunately, their computers were down for about ten minutes as a queue of cars waiting to cash out and leave formed and grew.  We finally paid and made our way home without further incident.  After six days, it was nice to sleep in our own home again.  But I already miss Puerto Vallarta, especially the friends we made there. 

Two days in Saugatuck & Douglas, Michigan

Ever since we first met in 2006, Daniel and I have been searching for the perfect driving-distance summer vacation getaway.  Our quest has taken us to the East Coast, New England, and Canada.  Each location has its advantages and drawbacks.  Maine and Vermont are lovely in the summer and fall, but an eleven-hour drive makes getting there a chore.  Provincetown is even farther at thirteen hours, but in recent years has become crowded and crassly commercial, and as we age the summer party scene has become less appealing.  The East Coast in general is expensive and the further south we go, the longer our drive and the higher the summer heat.  Canada is closer but the smell of Cannabis can become overwhelming in touristy destinations like Niagara Falls, Toronto, or Montreal.  I could have scarcely imagined that an ideal place was not only under six hours away by car but was somewhere I’d been before.

Some of my earliest memories are climbing the sand dunes of Saugatuck with my family when I was little.  During those years, we used to regularly travel to Grand Rapids to visit family on both my mother’s and father’s side and Saugatuck was just a short drive from GR.  My Michigan memories are fond ones and fortunately I am free of the prejudice against Michigan, driven by hysteria for American football (a sport I don’t care for), that many Ohioans suffer from.  This is partly because my father grew up in Constantine and that my maternal grandmother spent many of her formative years in Grand Rapids.  Even more enticing was learning only recently that the Saugatuck-Douglas area has become an increasingly popular summer destination for LGBTQ+ travelers.  Based on that and a desire to keep our trips a bit closer to home, Daniel and I decided to pay the area a visit.  Our stay was short as we were only giving the area a “look-see”, but we liked what we saw.   

The charming downtowns of Saugatuck and Douglas are on the west coast of Michigan and within walking distance of each other on opposite sides of the Kalamazoo river.  Daniel and I arrived around 5:00 pm Thursday and checked in to The Dunes Resort.  The Dunes consists of several free-standing buildings including the King and Standard Buildings, one- and two-bedroom cottages, and an additional house a short walk from the main property.  It also has an on-site shop, bar, outside swimming pool and friendly, helpful staff – Taylor and Drew were standouts.  We found our recently renovated King room to have a casual, mid-century modern vibe and a very spacious bathroom.  High season runs from roughly from Memorial Day to Labor Day, so rooms during this time should be booked well in advance.  Based on the parking lot there were relatively few guests when we were there – we may have been the only couple in the King building Thursday night.

Danny enjoying the chair at The Dunes Resort.

After checking in we decided to grab dinner at Guardian Brewing Company.  Each table features a battery driven light which changes colors when touched.  When the light is green, it means you’re all set.  You can change it to red to call the wait staff.  The food menu is eclectic and their own selection of beers, ales, and ciders means there’s something for everyone who cares to partake.  I had a Red Dragon Cider made from Michigan apples and Danny had the Clurichaun, a dry stout with notes of coffee and dark chocolate.  As I’d had a rather heavy lunch, I ordered a Caesar salad.  (Not to worry, I sabotaged myself later by getting ice cream. In fact, we stopped off for sweets several times during our journey, the highlight of which was Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream at the Blue Star Café which put Ben & Jerry’s to shame.  They also serve a very fine breakfast, and the interior has an appealing 1950s diner vibe.)

Drinks at Guardian Brewing Company

After dinner we had our first walk through the Saugatuck downtown district, finding most of the shops had already closed – and many others hadn’t yet opened for the season.  Still, we were able to get a good feel for the area and when we returned the next day, we found a surprising array of goods for sale at competitive prices, from the usual touristy stuff to a very fine selection of Michigan Wines at the Fenn Valley tasting room.  They offer a competitive wine flight – five samples for five dollars, and we bought four reasonably priced bottles.  California, drink your heart out.  We also visited Uncommon Coffee Roasters in the morning, and had dinner at Pumpernickels – we highly recommend both.

A selection of Michigan wine

Art in downtown Saugatuck

The Saugatuck philosophy in a nutshell.

In between meals and shopping we enjoyed nature.  Saturday morning was spent climbing Mount Baldhead, a challenge for two middle aged guys who’ve struggled with their weight – but we made it to the top.  Then we spent an hour exploring Oval Beach and enjoyed the quiet of the off season. 

Saugatuck from Mt. Baldhead

The obligatory selfie

Our two days in Saugatuck-Douglas ended too soon.  We found plenty to do and a relaxed vibe.  To top things off, every person we encountered, whether merchant, local, or fellow tourist, was cheerful and friendly.   This Ohioan loves Michigan and can’t wait to return.