Nordic Nostalgia: A Return to the Sand Lakes Quiet Area

 

A skier and her canine companion enjoy the trail at Sand Lakes.

A skier and her canine companion enjoy the trail at Sand Lakes.

By MIKE NORTON

New Year’s is all about looking ahead, but sometimes it helps to take a little glance at where you’ve been.

That’s what led me and my cross-country skis out to the deep woods east of Traverse City last week – to the Sand Lakes Quiet Area, a 2,800-acre preserve with a 7.2-mile loop of trails that was created in 1973. The Quiet Area features 12 lakes and ponds tucked away among rolling hills of oak and pine in the Pere Marquette State Forest. True to its name, it was one of the first state forest areas where motorized vehicles were forbidden. And because the small lakes in the center of the preserve have marl bottoms (a white clay-like sediment) they glow with an unearthly turquoise color

Sand Lakes is where I did my first serious backwoods skiing back in the late 1970s. I think most of us did, actually; back then, there really weren’t a lot of other options. On winter weekends it seemed as though every Nordic skier in the Traverse City area would take the long drive out past Williamsburg to Sand Lakes for a couple of hours of skiing.

A lot has changed since then. Lots of new trails have been developed much closer to town, and many skiers (especially the ones who race) prefer a wide, groomed surface to a narrow track that winds among the trees. The state Department of Natural Resources no longer does much in the way of trail maintenance at Sand Lakes, and the place is gradually becoming wilder and less visited.

It’s still a lovely place, though – and the quiet is still a big part of its allure. Heading out from the trailhead at Broomhead Road, it wasn’t long before the only sound I could hear was the wind in the trees, the call of an occasional chickadee and the whisper of my skis on the snow. The sun cast zebra stripes of blinding white and glacial blue along the trail, and I could smell the distant perfume of a pinewood campfire.

And although it wasn’t the hub of activity it once was, the place was far from deserted. There were other skiers, snowshoers, even hikers (since the snow was still shallow enough for casual walking). Halfway down the trail I ran into an old acquaintance, “silent sports” guru Georg Schluender — who was out skijoring, a sport where you harness yourself to a well-trained dog or two and let them tow you through the woods.

Georg Schluender skijoring with two well-trained employees.

Georg Schluender skijoring with two well-trained employees.

Georg warned me that there was rough trail ahead. The heavy wet snows of mid-December had bent down most of the young pines that grew in the forest, and many of them now across the path. Foolishly, I took this advice with a grain of salt and ended up picking my way through a good three miles of unbroken trail. The roadblocks were beautiful in their way – each tree a gentle snow-covered arch – but impossible to budge. You had to go over them, under them or around them.

“Over” is kind of tricky on skis. “Under” is great when it works, except for the globs of thick snow that inevitably go down the back of your neck. “Around” is only good when you can slip in between the bending trees in a sort of zig-zag. And on a downhill slope, unless you like the idea of impalement, the best thing to do is take your skis off and walk. Suffice it to say that by the time I reached the better-traveled end of the trail I had worked off most of my misbehavior at the Christmas dinner table.

One of the smaller Sand Lakes -- this is where the trail started to get tricky...

One of the smaller Sand Lakes — this is where the trail started to get tricky…

In spite of all this, the experience was oddly satisfying. There’s something special about breaking trail. And here in this wild corner of the forest, in spite of its great trees and great silences, I could still see the signs of long-ago human activity: beautifully graded century-old logging roads that ran through the woods like Mayan sacbeob, slowly surrendering to the small tress that had begun to colonize them.

It got me thinking about all the other places in the Traverse City area that might actually be wilder and more remote now than they were 20 or 30 years ago. In addition to the areas where wilderness is undeniably disappearing, it occurs to me that there are places where things may actually be moving in the opposite direction. And I just might start seeking them out.

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About mikelovestc

These days, I’m the media relations guy for the Traverse City Convention & Visitors Bureau, but before that I spent 25 years as a reporter and columnist at the Traverse City Record-Eagle, a job that frequently took me out into the most remote backroads, forests, beaches and islands of the beautiful Grand Traverse Region. My strategy was pretty simple — just drive, paddle, ski or walk until you’re certain you’re lost, and then find somebody to talk to. It was a great job! I never intended to live in Traverse City. I grew up in Grand Rapids, spent four years in the Coast Guard in places like Miami Beach, Monterey and San Francisco, and when I finally graduated from college I took a summer job at the Miami Herald. To my surprise, I discovered I didn’t like the tropics nearly as much as I thought I would — and when the Record-Eagle offered me a job I took it, figuring I’d put in a year or two and head off to someplace like Seattle or Portland. What I discovered very quickly is that this place gets to you in a variety of unexpected ways. The beaches here are as lovely as anyplace else I’ve ever been, the weather is mild all year round — warm enough for swimming in September and cold enough for skiing in December — and just about the time you’re getting tired of one season you get another one every bit as pleasant. The people are laid-back and friendly, the music and arts scene is awesome, and the place still hasn’t gotten so sophisticated that a guy like me feels out of place.
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