Ask anyone who knows me, and you’ll here that I’m not a typical vacationer. My worst nightmare is being trapped on an all-inclusive resort with nothing to do but plop down on a lounge chair for hours, being bored out of my mind.
I’m an active, avid hiker, locavore, and explorer, and – I’ll be honest- I would be offended if you thought I’d enjoy a “beach vacation.” Not that I care if others find their zen there, it’s just not my bag. Ask my wife, and she’ll agree that I would be antsy within 10 minutes of a stereotypical “beach vacation.”
The good news is, I know this about myself and have learned to plan accordingly. Not that I have never tried a beachfront stay. Heck- if I’m being truthful- there are times when a lazy day on the beach sounded like just the thing to unwind! That feeling just doesn’t usually last last long enough to plan a whole trip around that premise.
If I’m being REALLY HONEST, I’ll share my secret.
I’m having an affair….
My mistress is Lake Michigan. She’s a beach, and I love her for all her glories!!
So what’s my beef with beaches? Why is Lake Michigan so different? And how can I be such a hypocrite?!? Let me expound.
#1. Beaches are aggressive.
Have you ever been pummeled by a series of waves whose sole purpose in life was to grind your face into the sand? This was my childhood exposure to the ocean. Every orifice on my body stung with salty pain, as I cried and struggled to free myself from my aggressor. I’ve never forgiven the ocean for this assault. We’ve come to mutual agreement that we can tolerate each other, but I will never trust her with my back turned again.
Lake Michigan, on the other hand, is salt-free and shark-free! She still has her moods, but even in the throws of winter, her charm can be witnessed by stunning ice formations and sunsets that melt your heart (if you can stay warm enough to endure the cold beach).
#2. Beaches are icky.
Have you ever felt the slimy grasp of seaweed wrapping around your ankles, like some ghostly lake demon trying to suck you underwater to your premature death? Yeah, that’s pretty common in lake swimming. I grew up in Michigan, where you can’t walk a mile without running into some sort of lake. I wouldn’t traded my Indian Lake childhood for anything, but picking seaweed and unrecognizable black slime from your swimsuit afterward is a…. memorable… experience. It’s not for the faint of heart.
Let’s not even get into the public beaches and the horrific trash that humans discard. Some humans are worse that the garbage they create.
The Great Lakes are MASSIVE. One of the benefits of this scale, and the seasons that they endure, is that the beaches along Lake Michigan are pristine. It’s a rough environment for any creature to endure year-round, which makes summer here a pristine pebble-seeking haven.
#3. Beaches are crowded.
What’s better than a relaxing beach day? Until you pull up, and after struggling to find a parking spot within a mile of the entrance, you haul your massive, Burning-Man-Worthy daycamp to the beach, only to discover that it is wall-to-wall carpeted with other families who couldn’t live without their entire homestead for their day at the beach. Suddenly your relaxing dream escape becomes a tightly-packed urban nightmare, annoyed by your obnoxious neighbors, their loud kids, and gross food smells. There’s a simple calculation of square footage of beach versus population of beach-goers, and it rarely end in quiet isolation.
I often get a chance to sneak over to say “Hi!” to my beloved Lake Michigan at random times on weekdays, while passing by on business trips. I’m not one to seek her out during peak tourist times. However, even when the rest of the Midwest is on summer break and thriving on her shorelines, I’m floored at how much less crowded it is than any ocean beach or inland lake that I’ve ever visited.
It’s not that Lake Michigan isn’t a huge attraction, but when her shoreline spreads 1,640 miles, there’s a LOT of room for all of us! I’m not a fan of crowds, but I’ve never once struggled to find a little bit of respite along Lake Michigan beaches. Even when the sands are rushed by summer break high schoolers, it’s still not hard to find your own little piece of heaven.
#4. Tranquility is hard to come by.
With crowds comes annoyances. When I want to commune with nature, I seek peace and quiet. I don’t need utter silence, but a chance to really hear and see nature in her raw form. Which is hard to do when you are sweating to death in an utter lack of breeze, while hearing crying kids half a mile down the beach.
The advantage of a Great Lake is that the ginormous scale of this body of water ensures that random beach noise will be washed over with the meditative sound of waves crashing against the sandy shore. If you’re willing to stroll a half a mile up the beach, you may find yourself isolated, with only the random joggers and dog walkers passing by. It’s a perfect setting for losing yourself in staring at beach stones and discovering an overwhelming desire to start collecting stones. And even if you’ve got just enough energy to plop down next to those obnoxiously loud vacationers, the sound of her ocean-like waves drowns out a lot of their chatter.
Closet Beach Lover?
So , yes, I am finally ready to admit that it seems that my weakness is for Lake Michigan beaches. I am madly in love with all her attributes, and I’m going to come clean to my wife today. I’m already planning to schedule my next trip up here, because each time I abscond with Lake Michigan for a brief moment of hidden passion, I can’t help but think about how soon I can see her again. Some love cannot remain in the closet. Nor should it.