Tristan H.
Yelp
A long, long time ago, there were English Hunter/Jumper horses shows at the fairground, and I and my other friends at a stable in Galesburg would participate. Because teenagers need distraction our parents would take us, after the show was over for the day, to a now long gone miniature golf course up the road on Lakeshore Drive and then over to Tunnel Park for a picnic. (Otherwise, all the parents knew that we would pile into whomever had a car and a license and try to find a bar that would serve us. And because the drinking age was 18 then, there were such bars to be found.)
It was at that park that I had my wind knocked out of me for the first time. You know how things are either glorious or disappointing or absolutely dreadful the first time. This - finding I couldn't breathe at all - was absolutely frightening. I must have missed class the day the teacher talked about it. We were on the swings, and we were playing the game where you swing as high as you can, and at the apex launch or fling yourself out of your swing onto the sand yards and yards away. The person who can land farthest from the swings wins. When it was my turn my arms did not clear the chains, and I flew into the air off balance, landing hard on my back on the sand. I thought I was going to die. I remember some of the girls I rode with tried to be reassuring that the pain would pass while others laughed in derision. Good times.
The park seems now, decades later, remarkably unchanged. It has been updated and modernized here and there, but it's essentially the same park. The tunnel is not the easiest feature to locate but it's there like it was there when I was a teen. The steps far to the left of the tunnel that go up and over the dunes are knee breakers. Find the tunnel. The actual beach area is pretty small. Ignore the mean stares of the neighbors who think the park is a monstrosity in an otherwise peaceful beach housing development. Grand Haven and South Haven have much nicer beaches, but no one has a better tunnel.