There’s a dictionary of terms for this time of year.
Here in touristy Traverse City, I hear it called “local’s summer” — that short window of warmth when we get to enjoy our home without high-season crowds and before the leaf-peepers push in.
There’s a dictionary of terms for this time of year.
Here in touristy Traverse City, I hear it called “local’s summer” — that short window of warmth when we get to enjoy our home without high-season crowds and before the leaf-peepers push in.