My trip through Northern Michigan continues. Up here they make a big deal about being near the 45th parallel. It is halfway between the North Pole and the Equator, numerically. In the winter it probably feels like the North Pole, and in the summer, neither ever had it this good. While there the highs were in the low 70′s. Traverse City is a the South end of a bay between two peninsulas that jut North into lake Michigan. The Old Mission Peninsula to the East features the better wineries. To the West is funky shopping and little restaurants. I would have to guess these peninsulas were formed by receding glaciers. The name “traverse” comes from the water voyage between the tips of the two strips of land which the French called the grand traverse.