My friends think I'm crazy for liking my home state. Michigan is not, how you say, "glamorous" - in the middle of the rust belt; gray, undifferentiated towns; swampy, mosquito-infested summers and cold, sloppy winters; even the big tourist pull, the Great Lakes, are pretty unappetizing once you get into them (seriously, they really are just very large, fish-smelling lakes). Michigan seems to have just a little bit of everything all the other states have to offer, and doesn't do it half as well. You want sparkling snowscapes? Try Minnesota. Acres of picturesque farmland? Ohio's got that in spades. Gorgeous coastline? Try any other coast. Incredible rock formations? Arizona. In terms of sheer natural aesthetics, you might try the Porcupine Mountains, but that's about the one spot you can find it - if you don't mind driving for hours, and either wading through 5-foot snowdrifts or enduring barrages of biting insects. I'm not sure why I'm so attached...