A traveler arriving in Saugatuck often feels it before they see it—the hush of old trees, the soft clap of water against docks, the sense that time here moves with the patience of the lake. And at the center of that quiet rhythm stands the Maplewood Hotel, a white‑columned sentinel that has watched more than a century and a half of summers drift in and out like tides.
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