Hell, Michigan, that is.
Great place...kind of small.
Ran some nearby trails at the Pinckney Recreation Area. So very Midwest - low gray ceiling, threat of rain, wind swaying the hardwoods. And I like hardwoods...plenty of hickory, walnut and oak on the Crooked Lake Trail. Tall reeds in the fingers of the lakes, boardwalk crossings, beaver channels cut into the marsh. Smelled of moisture and fall...I relished that - left Chapel Hill at 90 degrees and dry as a bone.