When Justin discovered that my familiarity with the Leelanau Peninsula consisted of a single stroll through Sutton’s Bay and a similarly brief visit to Fishtown, he insisted that I get out and explore. Now, while half the apple harvest hangs in the orchards and grapes still dangle from their vines. Now, before the crimsons and the goldenrods and the bright greens of autumn fade into the browns and grays and blahs of winter.
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