Fruit on the Ridge — a stop on the Tunnel of Trees.
Where the trees open into fields you will see orchards, and the same lake-effect logic that governs the rest of this coast is at work.
Lake Michigan is a huge thermal flywheel. In spring the cold water keeps the air along this shore chilly and holds the fruit buds shut a little longer — long enough to carry them past the last killing frost. In autumn the lake is still warm and stretches the season at the far end. That narrow band of moderated climate is why there is commercial fruit growing this far north at all.
Cherries, apples, and increasingly grapes. The Michigan fruit belt runs the length of this western shore and it produces most of the tart cherries in the United States.
You are near the northern limit of it here, and the growers on this ridge farm a genuinely marginal margin — a single bad frost in a warm early spring can take an entire year's crop overnight. It has happened more than once in recent memory and it is happening more often.
If you pass a roadside stand, stop. Late June and July for cherries, autumn for apples and cider. And buy the seconds — the misshapen fruit that the supermarket will not take is the same fruit at half the price, and it is what the locals actually buy.