Do you want to find the best camping in Michigan? If so, here is a list of the 25 best campgrounds in Michigan, complete with interactive Google maps. Most of these sites are primarily for tent or small trailer camping, as we thought it best to do a separate piece for the many great walk-in campgrounds in Michigan. If you feel there are other, even better, campgrounds missing from this list, feel free to leave comments and let us know. The more we share, the more we learn, and that means improving everyone's odds of having a great camping adventure.
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The small dose of springlike weather this weekend has done more than melt away some of the snowy landscape, it has reintroduced my running shoes to the pavement. Although I am a novice runner, I vowed that, this year, I would participate in events that motivate and challenge me. There are so many fun and competitive races happening nearly everywhere across Michigan geared toward both novices like me and hardcore competitors alike. For me, the event that awoke the runner within was the 
The King of Rock n' Roll landed on the pop culture consciousness like an atomic explosion in 1955. Swiveling hips and sneering lips sending shockwaves of a sexual revolution that would engulf the youth of America in a rockabilly backbeat and play itself out in the backseat. Preachers condemned it, while radio stations couldn't get enough of it. Today, Elvis is a phenomenon unequaled in pop culture. The Elvis saga began with humble beginnings with his birth in Tupelo, Mississippi in 1935 and ended with his 1977 death in Memphis, Tennessee from a drug overdose. It began at Sun Studio's in Memphis and the road took him to Las Vegas and around the world forging a legacy of pop culture revolution. That spirit is alive and well today at Elvis Fest in Ypsilanti, Michigan. Ypsilanti? You heard me, Ypsilanti! 
Dear Michigan Travelers:
In Michigan, we spend close to six months of the year remembering, thinking of, and looking forward to summer’s bliss. Sitting on my sofa, the morning of the second day of spring 2008, looking out my living room window, I’m confronted by (of course) a fresh, six inches deep, white landscape. Why doesn’t this surprise me? The city of Dearborn has declared a snow emergency alert by sounding the snow alarm, so that we all knew that at O’ Dark thirty hours to get out of bed, get dressed and go out on the frozen tundra to move our vehicles so snow crews can plow the streets.
