I have a rule about summer drives in Michigan: if there is a hand-painted sign by the road, I stop. It has never let me down.
These twelve farm stands are the reason my passenger seat is always full of bags I did not plan to buy.
One near Ellsworth makes donuts that disappear before I reach the highway. Another on the Tunnel of Trees route lets you chuck pumpkins with a catapult and then sip a drink like nothing happened…