Having been born a yooper, I was a little disappointed when I read the fine print and learned that northern Michigan did not mean U.P.
But we also have fond memories of the Traverse City area, from visiting my brother a few decades ago when he ran the radio station at Interlochen Arts Camp.
Leaving there, we also enjoyed the adventure of the ferry boat crossing Lake Michigan to Wisconsin. We left the lounge for the outside decks after our son stood up quickly, just in time to avoid getting plastered by a kid who was sick in back of our sofa.
After that it was fine.
Art and Kathy