Welcome smokingdog. My dad's family bought a sandy soil farm in western lower Michigan and summered there during his growing up years, with no electricity or running water. It was west of Muskegon and the lake shore, a tiny town of two or three stores called Holton. I camped there while the family still owned it, and the house was still standing, and I bathed in the "crick" which effectively froze ones entire body, or so it seemed. The family siblings divided up the property and eventually sold it collectively to a family for a Christmas tree farm. When I was there, it was mostly dairy farms. My dad knew a lumberjack up there named Walt Snow, when my dad was young. The local people were kind to us (my buddy and I, high school age) and knew from our story that we were family of the owners of the farm. Lots of good information on the Forums -- history, pipe and tobacco lore, interesting discussions.