Today is a driving day. We take a short walk in morning. The rain has stopped.
I drive out of town and need a bathroom and gas. Only public bathroom I can find at 7:30am is in the A&W. There are lots of A&Ws in Canada. Lots of Dairy Queens too. Get gas and head east around Lake Superior. It’s still raining off and on.
I’m looking for a lake where we may be able to run. I find one. Whitefish Bay. We get out and get a good run.
Just a little north of Sault Saint Marie I see a sign for a potter out on an island. We go there. He’s not home. At the end of the road is a hike. We go.
fullsizeoutput_1e6d This reminds me of Dan in Winnipeg. He said you can tell the voltage of a high voltage line by the number of resisters.
fullsizeoutput_1f44 Tiniest stop sign I’ve ever seen.
fullsizeoutput_1e74 I asked a guy on an ATV about the sign. He said there indeed was a 30 mile dirt road here that lead to Sault Saint Marie. We’re not taking it…
We head for Sault Saint Marie where the bridge is that crosses to Michigan. The drive to the bridge through the city is very convoluted. I expect a pretty straight shot to an international bridge. But not in here. The signs lead us through a twisting drive through ethnic neighborhoods and small business sections. Very little traffic. Many, many turns.
The border crossing is not as easy as coming into Canada. Don’t know if it’s a country issue or a border guard issue. Easy guy in Canada and a grumpy guy in the US. He asks question over and over. Seeing if I’ll give the same answer. It takes 15 minutes to get the go ahead.
I’m surprised by the terrain in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. I expect it to be rougher. It’s just gentle hills. I think about stopping after about an hour, but can’t find a park or anything that feels interesting, so we continue south, crossing the Machinac Bridge to Michigan’s Lower Peninsula. My sister lives in Gaylord, but is out of town. She’s going to visit later in the week at my dad’s. I stop in a rest area and see that they are really nice here in northern Michigan. Lots of trees, big parking areas, lots of picnic tables. I decide to go for the next one, about 50 miles ahead. This’ll put us about 3 hours from my dad’s tomorrow.
We stop just north of Greyling. Another beautiful rest area. I see a sign near where I parked pointing to a trail out of the rest area to an overlook. We go up to see. It’s about a quarter mile to the top of a hill overlooking the freeway and the hills across the way.
I get food ready for our dinners at a nearby picnic table. It’s dark by the time we’re done. Cleanup, get the van ready and we’re asleep about 30 minutes after dark.