December 2016 Traverse, Northern Michigan's Magazine
Holiday lights are a-twinkling, and people are a-gathering. Dial up the vibe
by joining the craft cocktail movement. Here to help with recipes, local whiskey recs and tips is The Parlor’s mixologist, Joe Glashauser.
Where Winter Begins
A small city park devoted to winter, the piece of ground where, for a
hundred years, Petoskey people have seeded their lifelong love of snow. James McCullough reflects.
The Art of Steel,
According to Darla She’s five-foot nuthin’ and can do more pushups than you. Meet Darla Selander, blacksmith.
Light at the Edge of Days
Photographer Julian Bunker, Omena born and raised, shares images from the place he loves more than any other.
Dozens of festivals that love up the snow! Fill your winter calendar with fun, now.
Make memories with a holiday show!
10 irresistible ideas for enjoying the North this December.
Up in Michigan
She still believes in Christmas.
Break from the shopping hustle and share a table with a friend. Check our delicious recs for a memorable meetup.
Christmas fêtes, New Year’s galas ... bubbly from Northern Michigan vintners adds sparkle to the moment.
December surfing ... Dan Shepler gives it a shot. (Hint: it’s warmer than you’d think.)
Into the North
Snow falls on the Janice Sue, at the Leland Fishtown dock.
And Deborah Wyatt Fellows's column ...
GRATEFUL FOR THE NORTH’S
BY DEBORAH WYATT FELLOWS
I could never leave Northern Michigan in the weeks leading up to the holidays. It’s quite simple: In my lifetime, there has never been another place that continually asks me to stop, step back and see the simple beauty of the season.
Each of us has many moments in December that define the traditions of our lives. I have always felt fortunate that many of our traditions are rooted in place no matter whether they are about giving back, supporting community or cherishing our landscape. I believe in the constancy of place and the grounding that provides as life cycles onward, and always grateful as the holidays approach.
Ben, our oldest, was 6 months old when we cut our first tree as a family at the local farm where we’d long bought amazing strawberries. We followed directions and drove down a bumpy, snow-covered two track perusing trees of all kinds. I was dead set on a Douglas Fir, even though Neal made a strong case for other species. Ben slept through it all, but we, of course, took pictures of him sleeping. We took pictures of our dog Sara, 13 years old and gamely hobbling her way from tree to tree, collapsing hopefully in the snow each time we paused. And we have many of Neal sawing that first tree. …
... Read the rest of Deborah Wyatt Fellows's column in the December 2016 issue of Traverse, Northern Michigan's Magazine.
On the Cover:
Photographer Aaron Peterson’s son helps with a holiday wreath. Photo by Aaron Peterson