Saugatuck Dunes State Park

The dune country of western Michigan is the homeland of the Anishinaabe, particularly the Odawa and Potawatomi, part of the Three Fires Confederacy of the Ojibwe, Odawa, and Potawatomi peoples. For countless generations they lived, fished, and traveled along this coast, and their descendants remain in the region today, including the Match-E-Be-Nash-She-Wish Band of Pottawatomi and other communities.

The lakeshore near here has seen its share of change. A lumber town called Singapore once stood at the mouth of the Kalamazoo River just north of Saugatuck, thriving on the timber trade before the sawmills stripped the land of the trees that held the sand in place. The freed dunes buried the town, and Singapore vanished beneath the sand, a small lesson in how alive these dunes really are.

The great dunes along Michigan's Lake Michigan shore are among the largest freshwater dune systems in the world. They were born from the glaciers that carved the Great Lakes, which left behind vast quantities of sand. Prevailing winds off the lake pushed that sand ashore and piled it into ridges, and over thousands of years it built the high, rolling dunes you climb today.

These dunes are not fixed. Where plants and forest anchor them they hold still, but where the cover is lost the sand can march inland on the wind, exactly as it did over the lost town of Singapore. The forested dunes of Saugatuck are mostly stabilized, cloaked in oak, maple, and pine, but the living, shifting nature of the sand is never far from the surface.

The park's trail network winds through the wooded dunes, climbing and dipping over the ridges before dropping to the shore. There is no shortcut, no road to the water, so the beach is reached only on foot, and that is precisely what has kept it so quiet. The walk itself is part of the pleasure, cool and shaded, with sudden openings that reveal the blue of the lake.

Down on the shore, the beach is broad and natural, backed by the wall of dunes. On a clear day the water can turn brilliant turquoise over the sandbars, and the horizon is nothing but lake. Because you have to earn it, you often have long stretches of sand almost to yourself, a rare thing on this popular coast.

Summer is the classic time, warm enough for swimming and long enough in the day for a leisurely hike out and back. Even at the height of the season the walk-in beach stays far less crowded than the drive-up parks nearby, which is much of its appeal.

Fall brings crisp air, turning leaves in the forested dunes, and empty trails, a wonderful time to walk the ridges. Winter transforms the park entirely, with snow and shelf ice building along the shore and the dunes standing white and silent. Spring is cool and green, with the forest waking and the beach washed clean by winter storms.

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