What happened to Pyramid Point

Danny’s favorite National Seashore walk proved elusive as we drove up and down the coast.

It worked out quite well as we ended up in charming Leland. Actually, all the towns along the

Leelanau Peninsula are charming. Billing itself as an historic fishing village, Leland has a

“Fishtown” featuring shanties and decrepit docks. Father and stepmother loved the Bluebird

Tavern where we lunched, but we were lukewarm. My cherry chicken salad sandwich was NOT

to die for. 21 wineries in this one county and all roads seem to lead to Cedar, site of a Blair Witch evening 7 years ago. (Private joke for Jill.)

We found the Pyramid Point walk, a steady uphill climb to an amazing lookout over dunes to

Lake Michigan and South Manitou Island on yet another perfect day. Danny and I had already

walked back from Glen Arbor this morning (2 ½ miles), so I am feeling virtuous.

My only trip to the Manitous was a rough seas journey during which at least one of my Indian

Beach campmates got ill and we had to ride with the results all the way back. Nice of me to share.

Granny first told us the old Chippewa tale of the mother bear fleeing a Wisconsin fire with her

two cubs. They didn’t quite make shore and the cubs are now the Manitous and their mother

is the Sleeping Bear (dunes). I used to tell the story using little black bears, though now there is

an actual picture book. Little kids handle sad stories better than adults. It was a favorite of mine.