Head over from Grand Rapids for Lions, Tigers and Red Wings games frequently and it's perfectly safe, but you definitely don't want to stray off the beaten paths getting in and out of that part of the city.
The wife has family in Holland (usual gathering-point), Wyoming and Grand Rapids - we come up-and-around The Lake 1-2 times each year from the Chicago metro area to visit - we really enjoy the central-western lakeshore part of your State.
Ever take the car ferry from Ludington to Milwaukee? It supposedly saves about 6 hours driving around Lake Michigan would require. We did it once in August and it was still so cold out on deck we ducked back inside. No TV, nothing to do but sit and look at each other while eating a $3 hotdog. Never so glad to see Wisconsin in my life.
Nope. Never did. Usually too much 'chop' on The Lake for this landlubber, anyway, based on what I remember from a handful of fishing-boat charters 5-10 miles offshore.
Our Joliet (
area, not the town) -to-Holland runs usually take 3-1/2 hours with clear, clean, dry roads, and we're a lot closer to the bottom of the lake than you guys (apparently), so drive-time is much less.
And, if we break-up the trip and take a meal on-the-road, somewhere in the middle, it's not so bad of a drive.
It's been a long time (5-7 years) since the wife and I were up your way (Pottawattomi [sp?] Casino) but we usually make it to that tourist trap ya'll call The Dells once every 3-4 years and the same goes for your RenFair in Bristol, just your side of the Illinois border.
Never been up-state in Wisconsin but if the Dells are and some of that Door County resort area are any indication, we probably really should try. Marvelous-looking country, that.
Us Illini... living in the flatlands... in the Land of Corn and Soybeans... get all worked-up about stuff like that... both the tiny islands of such stuff that we have down here, and, of course, the far more scenic countryside that you folks enjoy.
It won't be this year, but, one of these years, my brothers and I are going to have to make the pilgrimage to Milwaukee for a real Oktoberfest... or, about as close to one as one can get, in our neck of the woods.