Paul and I played in the sand more than two adults probably should and probably drank more Fireball than we should as well. It was seriously beautiful in "Up North, MI" (that's what it says on my souvenir hoodie) If it wasn't for the serious lack of internet, cell service and a Target store, I might really consider moving there. When you're laying on the beach and a bald eagle is flying over your head, you really feel like you're doing something cool. The margarita in your hand makes you feel even cooler, trust me.
But at least I didn't name my kid North West.