The Cherry Capital of Michigan: Traverse City
I'm at Cherry Republic in Glen Arbor, Michigan, and I want to sob when I realize they are sold out of dark chocolate covered cherries I have to settle for milk chocolate. Already, I have packed a basket with Boom Chuggalugga ginger ale soda pop (in these parts, that's what soft drinks are called), cherry salsa, a t-shirt that features a cherry pie emblazoned with the words Love/Peace/Cherries, cherry ketchup, and dried tart cherries. Before I leave, I try the cherry chili, cherry scone and cherry chicken salad. I consider this restrained, since there are more than 135 cherry-products at this mini village, including, of course, ice creams.
Along the lower peninsula of Michigan, 85% of the world's tart cherries are grown. It's still
pretty rural in these parts. On the way from the airport we passed a couple of farmers on tractors. Growers were out in force at the Saturday morning
farmer's market, where I bought a pound of tart cherries to take home after browsing stalls selling goat cheese, flowers, gourds, soaps and
vegetables. Michigan is second only to California in the number and variety of crops planted.
It doesn't take long to fall for the small town charm and fabled Midwest friendliness of Traverse City and the surrounding areas. The local paper's cover story is about a stray cat who found his way back home after 32 miles of prowling. Naturally, cherry-themed services are offered Grand Traverse Resort & Spa 10,000 square foot spa. I try the relaxing cherry essence massage and buy a cherry body scrub to take home. After cracking the lid to smell it, I am hungry (again). Fortunately, the health benefits of cherries outweigh the calories.
The next day, we head to Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore to make the meandering drive through the forest. Massive dunes from the Ice Age carved out the Great Lakes, creating the area's unique topography. A melancholic fable says that a mother bear and two cubs were driven into Lake Michigan by a forest fire. The cubs swam and swam but the tired, lagging far behind while their mother reached the shore and climbed to top of bluff to wait for her offspring; they drowned. Today, the sleeping bear is a solitary dune and the cubs are the Manitou Islands. Back in town, we visit the Museum House Museum, which features rare player pianos, pipe organs and photographs, and the ornately carved amaryllis, the second largest dance hall organ in the world, 18 feet high and 30 feet wide. I've heard that Michigan sits on the 45th parallel, the same as Alsace, so the climate is perfect for growing grapes. We visit Black Star Farms Winery (there's an entire wine route on the Leelanau Peninsula); the melon and fig-scented pinot gris is noteworthy. I learn that the Leelanau Cheese Company, which shares the winery grounds, received a gold medal for their aged raclette at the World Cheese Awards in London. Local ingredients, local artistry, is how one local dubs the culinary bounty. I decide to putter in the tidy downtown in the afternoon. I visit Folgarelli's, an Italian and imported foods market with slanted hardwood floors, a great selection of local wines sandwiches with names like the Ugly Turkey and Chimp Boy Gravel Pants. I while away some time at Horizon Books, one of the country's largest independent bookstores, with two floors of books and a basement full of remainders. Cherries and books -- this town is heaven.
If You Go: The lower peninsula of Michigan is an ideal summer getaway from the sweltering South, thanks to its mild temperatures and the Cherry Festival. Fall is spectacular. If you want to try ice fishing, consider winter.
A former Navy brat who traveled and lived abroad extensively, Suzanne Wright is a fulltime, freelance writer based in Atlanta. She has written numerous travel, food and decor features for numerous international, national and regional publications. Her articles have appeared in Elite Traveler, Wine & Spirits, Veranda, Atlanta Magazine, The Tennessean, Atlanta Homes & Lifestyles, Piedmont Review, Charlotte Place, Where, On Magazine and others. A suitcase is always packed and her passport always up to date.
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