Decades of personal dining, lodging, snowmobiling, Christmas shopping, hot cocoa to hot buttered rum tasting. The Clifford Lake Inn and formerly, Hotel, has that in spades for me. My Danish Grandmother harkened from them their hills. In fact, while en route we happened by a park north of Greenville where the church picnics of my youth were held, and then passed an Amish buggy clippity-clopping its way to a pre-determined destination.
It is a bit of a jaunt, rather than a hike from greater Grand Rapids. A country drive, if you will to a small town called Stanton.
I ran into my Junior High girlfriend Kate there last year right in front of the lake. It was as if time stood still at the water’s edge. The “looking glass” of the bygone years when we would waterski in the north woods. We were tickled pink to see how great minds think alike. Still.
Read More at Grand Rapids Magazine https://www.grmag.com/gr-gems/visit-this-historic-haven/
