Per the cliché, now is the time to take a look around and give thanks. For me, that ritual begins at home: a wonderful and inspiring wife, two curious and joyful kids, some dogs and cats that keep us all entertained, and a home in northern Michigan.
Like many of our neighbors, our family came to northern Michigan from “somewhere else.” For us, it was a move that came after moves every couple years taking us throughout Illinois. New jobs meant packing and moving and unpacking on a somewhat regular basis. In 2000, we came north to a land I had known since childhood. The kids were born in ’03 and ’06, and that pretty much settled it; we were here to stay.
Looking back at the 12+ years of being a “local,” I am thankful for the many friends we’ve made – many of them starting as coworkers and remaining friends long after we’ve all moved on. I’m thankful for the area as a whole – I cannot think of a better place to raise a family. I’m thankful for the sharing of ideas as we’ve ventured into new phases of our lives. I’m thankful for the wonderful schools, the strong communities and for neighbors who have had our backs more than once when we needed them.
And I’m thankful to be here at Crystal Mountain. It’s not where I thought I would be 12 years ago, but still, it feels like perhaps this is where I was heading all that time. A lot of guests will be heading our way for the holidays. Maybe you’ll be among them, and for that I am thankful as well. Crystal has become a great spot for families to come together in celebration and for friends to reconnect. We thrive on the chance to welcome you to northern Michigan. We can’t think of a better way to celebrate the season than being here with families and friends – many of whom we’ll be meeting as our guests for the first time, but hopefully, not the last.
As we all sit down in the weeks to come, let’s all take a moment to give thanks, to say thanks, and to show our appreciation to all of those friends, neighbors, and family members that impact us throughout the year.
Happy Holidays, and pass the cranberry sauce
The Kramer Family