A Search For Waves In West Michigan
For three days in September, during a blustery summer-fall seasonal transition, I drove south to the town of Manistee to spend precious time with my father. I brought my boards to capitalize on the forecasted North swell and perfect wind, hoping to score some surf in West Michigan’s less wave-ridden coast. Manistee is a small, blue-collar fishing town; one of the many rural American towns with a decreasing population and a pride for holding on…