Traverse City

After Charlevoix, we returned to familiar Michigan territory and the known regions in and around Grand Traverse Bay.  We did find a few small changes, but nothing too earth shattering.

First, a regular restaurant update.

Familiar view, unfamiliar place.

Scott's Harbor Grill at the Marina had changed owners and name and was sporting a different but similar menu.  Sad to see the old restaurant name go, what with Scott apparently being the only human being in the restaurant business to avoid using both "Grille" and "Harbour", the two most trite intentional misspellings in the restaurant business. The New name is Harbor 22, which presumably is a mash-up of the Scott's name and location, and of the M-22 Scenic Highway which runs the length of the Leelanau Peninsula.  M-22 is also a lame clothing brand. Because M-22 is more than a road, and more than being stuck in a line of cued-up traffic with a bunch of fat tourists in Nissan Altimas. M-22 is "the feeling you get when you realize there is no other place you would rather be."

I would rather be sitting on the bottom of this ginormous margarita glass with my pants off.

My idea of "navigable water"!

You too can partake in these pleasurable beasts if you hit the Red Mesa Grill. This is the "Raging 'Rita", yours for the low low price of $10.79.  I'll take 4, please.

We did not hit up both places on the same day.

We did take a run up Mission Peninsula on Peninsula Drive and visited the Mission Point Light House for a bit.  Mission is the little one on the right, and Leelanau is the monster on the left.

Should I leave?!?

Where the sign warns, "No boisterous or obnoxious conduct.

The Light and the view.

Rocks arranged in the sand.  Because it is all about "the feeling you get when you realize there is no other place you would rather be."

Slugg-O here, demonstrating that she would rather be someplace else.

Bike Friendly?

Bike lanes and door zones, the new fail.  Because smacking a suddenly opened car door while riding your bike is "the feeling you get when you realize there is no other place you would rather be."

There were vintage mountain bikes around, sort of.  This poor entry level Cannondale has seen better days.  Still kicking though, after 20 years.

We also drove the M-22 up and around the point of Leelenau Peninsula at sunset and snapped a few.

One with the camera and one with the phone.

Very pretty.

Maybe there is something to that stupid M-22 clothing slogan after all.