...I now have two summers on my kayak and I've been to Pictured Rocks (first summer) and Georgian Bay (past summer).
I really liked the Pictured Rocks area. Our group of seven (father/son guide and five "guests") spent six days in the area. Bears were a problem on Grand Island. The local ranger estimated that there were around 13 of 'em. And on our second day one of them gave my nice new Hilleberg tent a sniff test... and a nice five claw tattoo. Since there was nada inside, she moved off and sniffed/clawed another tent.
On our journey east along the cliffs the waves were pushing three feet (and bumping the limits of my comfort zone). Plenty of chop too.
We glanced over to the cliffs and there were two kayaks... one upright and the other not. What we couldn't see was that the upended kayak was slamming against the cliff and squishing the owner.
Josh, seventeen at the time and the 'assistant guide', shot over to the cliff and discovered that the guy getting squished was already enjoying the early stages of hypothermia.
Josh happens to have very high level kungfu... I mean kayak... skills and he managed to get the numb guy back into his kayak. He pretty much saved the guy from feeding the fish. And if he hadn't, the wife would have been in the drink next.
This couple had virtually no kayak skills and had absolutely no idea what they were doing. And there were all kinds of folks like them all along that area.
BTW, my tent also survived the trip.