One of the nicest tourist traps in Michigan, Pentwater offers much to amuse.
Even though I’m now in Columbus, Ohio visiting yet another relative and mooching all I can, I thought it appropriate to look back at the little burg of Pentwater, which has a nice, protected harbor on the shores of mighty Lake Michigan. This post is mainly just a photo essay, so let’s get at it.
Someone has a sense of humor. This is the first shop I saw, and I would have liked to go in because I like “real cookware” in spite of the fact that I have no clue as to how to use any of it. Enjoy the two following photos, since the shop had a realty sign in the window and the shop’s website is dead and gone.
Hopefully, you are able to read the printing on these towels.
…And on these.
In a candy shop was this working duplicate of a prop used in the movie “Big”.
Jawbreakers. The ones that my walking stick is pointing to are the size of a baseball.
Just a street view. Several shops had merchandise out on the sidewalk.
A view of the inlet to the harbor.
More than a few charter boats were moored up. The true tourist season is considered to begin July 4th.
A modern glamour boat waiting to hit the water.
A houseboat and a vintage glamour yacht on stands, waiting for maintenance.
An aside: one of those Gigantor yachts pulled into harbor while I was there, and it quickly headed for the refueling dock. The gasoline price was $3.599 a gallon, which is a typical marine ripoff markup. Thing is, a young guy on the boat, be he the owner or a hireling, told us that the boat’s fuel tank holds 1,400 gallons when filled to the brim, which he was not bothering to do. Do the math on how much a full tank would cost. Yaaagh!
Plenty of BBQ grills, benches and tables. Dock renters can place a storage box on site.
Another aside: the modestly-sized police boat here carries twin 240 HP outboards, which ought to produce some stout if not hair-raising performance, you betcha.
This is a single, cast steel or cast iron propeller blade. Looks like steel to me. Notice the chunks missing along the tip. Looks heavy, doesn’t it?
Not Pentwater. This was where I overnighted after leaving Pentwater. It’s a retail store sporting a broad running creek and a mountain bristling with more stuffed game animals than you can shake a stick at. Seriously. Can you guess what store name this is? Hint: it’s not Discount Shoe Warehouse.