Fear not, summer is still within our desperate grasp, dear Michiganders. You can squeeze every last drop of sweaty dancing and semi-indecent clothing choices from this cicada-buzzing month. Or, enjoy explosions in the name of history, science or pure tomfoolery.
Summer is the prime time to take a break from the bustle of the city and escape to the great outdoors. Nature isn’t for everyone, however. If you're not the roughing it type, West Michigan offers bed and breakfast establishments with the all-important air conditioning and indoor plumbing, plus a little more.
The salty sweat of the summer is no longer a novelty but, eclectic seasonal activities are fresh like a cool breeze. Enjoy getting your sprint on while KISS powers your way. Obliterate your warring opponents with nothing more than a sturdy bucket. Gasp at the derring-do of wet and wily water pros. And relax with the familiar sight of a sassy icon.
Sweet summer! Dig through dirt to discover ancient treasures, rev your engines and beat out a rhythm like a wild banshee and mingle in style with some of the world's most powerful creatures
It is the season of throbbing hearts, frolicking, tomfoolery and communing with nature. This month, explore our bountiful waterways, re-imagine trash in the name of art and the earth, get buzzed permanently and wear a hat no one else will dare.
April perhaps makes fools out of Michiganders desperate for spring. But, regardless of the weather conditions, this month has a plethora of fun diversions to fill your black hole of longing.
March is more than the cruel denial of spring or pretending you're Irish so you can neck with that redhead over there. I have just a handful of mighty March words for you: space, vaudeville, philately and AIR SUPPLY.
If you're slowly clawing your eyes out or drooling over plane tickets to the tropics, you might be suffering from a particular syndrome brought on by the longest, shortest month: February. You can either embrace the last sullen vestiges of winter, or escape them. Why not do both?
Like exultant newborns, we come screaming and crying into January, waiting for the old, filthy snow to melt so we can resume our lives. In the meantime, you can watch sporting types get sweaty and show off, discover what cornhole really is and dream about a Chattanooga Choo Choo taking you away to another land.
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