In the name of travel and adventure (and visiting family) we headed up north last weekend to Traverse City and Frankfort to see my parents. My dad is on the mend everyday, and we took a fantastic bike ride around downtown Frankfort and on the Betsie River trail. My family has their priorities in order, however, and our first stop was lunch – at Dinghy’s in downtown Frankfort. I am something of a French Dip connoisseur, and theirs was out of this world.
I made sure to take my “good” camera on the bike ride, and everyone was pretty obliging as I kept making us stop so I could get good shots. There was just so much cool stuff to see. I’m enjoying how much closer I look at things while wondering if it will make for a good photograph or not. Before things could get overwhelming “Ah! This is all so beautiful/neat/picturesque/cool!” But with the camera in tow, I’ve (mostly) stopped trying to get the entire view in the frame, because you know, it will never do the experience justice. The best thing to do is just get a glimpse, a corner, a piece of the action so you can remember the whole thing later.
There are a lot of great nooks and crannies in Frankfort – and while I’ve been there before, I never realized how much was in the little downtown area. We rode our bikes past a cute bed and breakfast, which Ryan and I decided would be perfect to come back to, just to have a weekend completely without driving, filled with eating, drinking, and poking around. Not to mention a BEAUTIFUL beach.
When we got down to the beach, the weather was oddly humid with the overcast clouds on their way out. But farther out on the lake it was still foggy, so you couldn’t distinguish between sky and water, which was kind of eerie. Everything was completely still.
There is so much history in Frankfort, I don’t even know the beginning. Like much of northern Michigan, Frankfort used to be very industrial, and with the Betsie Lake and River right beside Lake Michigan, it seems the city used to be a major shipping port. This is what adventure does for you – makes you ask questions. I picture Frankfort in it’s hey-day of the mid-to-late 1800s (or even the 1940s or 50s!). When we go back, I’ll make sure we stop by the library, which is right on Betsie Lake and see if I can’t find some answers to my questions. (Sure, there’s the internet, but how much more fun is it to learn the story in the actually setting?)