A tour of our beach house

World's tiniest bathroom.  If you are 4' tall, it's perfect.

Frederick's bedroom.  It must be cozy as he sleeps like a log every night.  His nightstand has a well chosen stack of DK books from home to lull him to dreamland every night.  Last night it was "Volcanoes".  Note extra toilet paper because there is no damn room for it in the bathroom.

Again with the tiny bathroom.  It's such a tight squeeze I pinched a nerve in my neck straining to pick up the shampoo bottle off the floor of the shower while in it and haven't been the same since.

View of The Great Room from the front door/front hallway.  The mirror perfectly placed if you are 4' tall.  That's a towel hanging from the stairwell because there is NO ROOM in the bathroom for towels.

Mystery Room.  I'm guessing it holds (a) vacuum, (b) water filter system (the kitchen sink has a special tap for extra filtered drinking water) and (c) the camera system Simon's is convinced the house owners use to spy on us.

Kitchen much smaller than appears in picture.  We brought most of our own appliances (french fry fryer, toaster and tea kettle).  Also Simon brought along his own Garam Masala spices.  The only spices here are a wide (VERY wide) selection of grinders of peppers to use when cooking meat on the grill outside, which is currently covered with snow. 

Same kitchen.  Still small.  Yeah, we brought along our own french fry slicer, too.

The table Simon sits at staring at his computer 15 hours a day.  Wonder why he can't fall asleep at night?

The only light in the living room.  Either other people can see in the dark or they don't do anything once the sun goes down that requires light.  This place needs about 5 more lamps.

Frederick, the most relaxed person in the world, watching Klaus and Lake Huron waves about 50 yards outside that door. 

Mysterious telescope that doesn't allow anyone to see anything.  Not a huge loss because there is absolutely nothing to see out on the water anyway.  Maybe in the summertime you can watch people lose swim shorts in the waves but no one is swimming these days.

Death Stairs.  I twisted my knee something fierce the first night, trying to climb to bed.  Once in bed, you can't get up for ANYTHING unless you want to die a grisly death.  The nearest hospital is 48 miles away in Alpena, so it's not worth the risk.

The bed, which I think is set up incorrectly as it is wider than it is long.  The house provides no blankets--not a single one--but at least 20 5lb ginormous pillows per person.  Maybe the pillows are the blankets for really, really small people?

The TV over the bed didn't work, which didn't bother us because, if we wanted to watch TV we could watch the giant one in the living area, but was perfectly situated to clonk one on the head when one (well, me, Simon) got up in the night to pee - something Jami would never attempt.

All in all, a very nice little place.  A bit pricey, and, given that every inch of coastline is taken up by similar (mostly a lot uglier) beach houses, I bet it's really crowded in Summer, but it was a nice place to escape to for a few days.  I think Frederick may be a bit bored of the twice-daily walks on the beach, but I'm not!