Small town, big money. At least that’s how I see it after we arrive at the municipal marina here and tuck between some humongous yachts — the kind with their own hired crew. The yacht behind us (see photo) has a hot tub on board. Or so I was told. I didn’t ask for a tour.
I was raised in a humble town, in a humble household. We had a phrase for places like this: “hoity-toity.” 😉 This is called a resort town. Its population numbers only 1,158 but probably doubles in summer through its four or so marinas. There must be hundreds of boats here on the north side of Little Traverse Bay, either in the marinas or bobbing at anchor.
The marina services were top-notch, which should be expected when the dock fee is $65/night — the highest of our trip so far. The dockside help is much appreciated after our 55-mile journey from St. Ignace and the rough seas along the way. (See previous post.) I revel in the hot and clean marina shower before we head out for a tour by bike.
The shoreline is mostly private here, lined by impressive homes that belong to private associations. I wonder what their HOA fee is?! It’s a beautiful shoreline with well-maintained beaches. Our bike tour is limited when we run into “residents-only” signs that border large neighborhoods. Everyone we encounter is friendly, though, and I remind myself to not judge wealthy people as snooty.
I take my paddle board out for a spin and stop by to visit our fellow Loopers on Wind Shift, anchored nearby. It’s a kick to go visiting by paddle board, and an easy way to get around. Mike and Jeanne are generous with tips. They started The Loop last year and are very relaxed and positive about it.
Jeff and I end the day with”Music in the Park” right in front of the marina, but I’m too tired to enjoy it much. Early mornings and rough passages wear me out. I wonder if I’ll adjust as time goes on? Our neighbors on this busy pier party on until 2300. I’m eager for a quiet anchorage sometime soon.