Michigan Aug 2012 Day 7&8

The next morning we woke up rested, and went for breakfast at the "Breakfast Nook" right next to our motel. Great breakfast at a mom-and-pop restaurant. I prefer them over the franchise chain restaurants. Food is usually better, and the place has more character. If you walk in and you see all the locals are there, you know you are in the right place.

The skies were threatening with rain, so we took off dressed in our rain suits.
The plan for today was to cross Michigan from West to East, and make our way up to Port Crescent State Park on the Northern tip of the West Coast (tip of the thumb).
The weather has cooled down a lot overnight, and we were glad we had all our riding gear and rain suits on. We made fast time and reached Kingston, MI in about 45 minutes.

For a very small town, Kingston was a very nice, clean, and well maintained place.

We stopped for a coffee and sieggie break. I accidentally kicked my coffee cup over when I put it down next to my bike. I went in the store to purchase a new coffee, but the owner would not allow me to pay for it. Nice people in Kingston, I must say.

Shortly after leaving Kingston, the skies opened up, and man did it rain. Riding was not that much fun anymore. It also started to get cold. The next fair size city that we would get to is Saginaw. We decided to get a motel room and call it a day.
We found Currie's Motel in Saginaw, and got a room. Only $45 for the night. Everybody was glad to be out of the rain and cold.

That evening we put our rain gear on, and walked to Walmart to buy some dinner to have in our room. We had dinner, ate lots of snacks and candy, and watched he Olympics on TV.

It rained a lot during the night, but the next morning it stopped. It was still cold and the bikes were soaking wet. Motel towels come in handy to dry off the bikes. Both bikes looked like they were washed.

With the weather not cooperating, we decided to head straight for the border, and go home. In Port Huron we stopped for a big lunch before we cross back into Canada. Had to make use of the cheaper prices in the states.

After crossing into Canada, we took the back roads home. In Grand Bend we stopped at a Timmies for coffee. If you know Ontario, you will know that Grand Bend is a very busy vacation spot on Lake Huron. As we rode thru town, it was not as busy, and we saw lots of shops boarded up. The economic downturn is hitting hard in rural Ontario.

We were glad to get home, and see Konstanz and all the pets. Thanks for following along.

Michigan Aug 2012 Day 4&5

The next morning we woke up to the sound of birds singing and the the water lapping on the shores of Anderson Lake. The sun was shining and we looked forward to riding. The tents were still wet from the previous night's rain, so we had to pack them wet.
The plan was to make our way to Wilderness State Park, near Mackinaw City. It's located on the Northern end of the Michigan West coast. After you cross the Mackinac Bridge from North to South, you hang a right and you're there.
We were hoping to get there early in the afternoon to give the tents some time to dry out in the sun. So Wilderness State Park route loaded into the GPS, and we were off.
We were going to ride down highway 2 on the Northern shore of Lake Michigan, called the Lake Michigan Scenic Highway, and then cross the Mackinac Bridge onto the main land. The GPS took us down some back roads to get to Hwy2.
At one point we were turned onto a gravel road. I stopped and asked Denise if she is up for doing some dirt with a loaded bike. It looked like a well groomed dirt road, and she said let's do it. We were riding along at about 60km/h enjoying the wild bushed area, when all of a sudden we hits sand. It was about 20cm deep, and the bikes were fish tailing all over the road. We both stayed on the gas (when in doubt, gas it) and made it thru.We stopped, and were all a bit shaken up. If we dropped the bikes, we would not have been able to pick them up filly loaded. And my leg was still hurting from the injury on the first day.
This is what people look like after they did a bit of unexpected sand riding.

We had 2 options. Turn around, and go back thru the sand, or keep going another 3km until we hit asphalt again. We all decided to keep going. We hit about another 5 or 6 patches of sand like that one, but this time we were ready. We would slow down to about 40km/h just before the sand, and then just give her gas and accelerate thru it.

Once we got to Hwy 2 along the shores of Lake Michigan, the scenery was absolutely beautiful. It's hard to believe it's a fresh water lake. Looks like the ocean to me.

And here is my riding buddies enjoying the views.

We had to cross the Mackinac bridge next. The bridge is 8km long, and is the third longest suspension bridge in the world. With the high winds we experienced on the bridge crossing into the US, we were all a bit nervous. Although the crossing was very windy, traffic moved well and we did not have to stop on the bridge at any point. Dominique was still nervous but we made it across.
After the bridge it was a short distance to Wilderness State Park on a fast and twisty section of road. Lots of fun on a bike.

We got to the gate and booked a camp site for 2 nights. Time to relax, and spend some time of the bikes, soaking in the sun on the beach.

We set up camp, and had a wonderful beach vacation.

Relaxing in our camp site.

Going to a near by store to buy some food and wine.

Sun set over Lake Michigan.

We met some great people during our stay at Wilderness State Park. Shortly after we arrived, people came over to our camp site, and introduced themselves. They wanted to know where we are from, where we are going, and told us of sites to see during our travel in their wonderful state. Americans are wonderful hosts, and love to share about attractions in their country with you. I guess that comes with being a proud and patriotic people.
On our second night there, we went over to our neighbors for some drinks. 3 Brothers. 2 from Detroit MI, and one from Baltimore ML. They had some interesting stories to tell about sport, politics and crime in the good old US of A.

Dominique also made friends and it seemed like she had a wonderful time mixing with friends her own age again, after spending so much time in the presence of her parents.

On the morning of our fifth day of travel, we packed up our camp, and we are off to explore the West coast of Michigan.

Michigan Aug 2012 Day3

Today was our first day of riding in Michigan proper. The weather was great, the roads were fast and in good condition, and the scenery was beautiful. I was told before the trip that Michigan has the worst roads in North America. From spending a week in the state, my take on the roads are that they are in great condition and well maintained.
After we covered some good distance in a short time, it was time for a roadside break, to stretch the legs and have a siggie.

And this is the smile you have on your face when you realize the place you picked to have a break, has a sign for "bear crossing"

I didn't get a picture of the sign, and we didn't stay to long. Everybody started to hear things moving in the bush. Did not see any bears, but I think our minds were playing tricks on us. Getting a loaded bike going when a bear is coming? Not prepared to see how fast I can do it.

Dominique told me she would like to see a waterfall, and an old church on this trip. So I was on the lookout for what she wanted to see, and at the last minute coming screaming around a corner, I saw this sign.

Slammed on the breaks and turned into the small parking lot next to the road. I'm not always sure how Denise is able to avoid crashing into me when I do these sudden manoeuvres. But she always does. Must be using the ABS on her bike.
The falls were very scenic and the walk from the parking lot was about 5 minutes. Don't want to work up a sweat in my riding gear.

And another visitor to the site was so kind to take a picture of the three of us together.

After the Wagner Falls, we spend the rest of the day heading East in the Michigan Upper Peninsula, to our planned destination for the night. Anderson Lake State Forest camp ground, near the town of Gwinn.
With camp grounds always pre-booked for summer in Canada, it could be difficult finding a site in your selected camp ground, when just showing up and looking for a site for the night. With this in mind, Dominique called ahead the night before to make sure that there is space available at Anderson Lake. They told her that we would not have any problem getting a site the next day.
On a side note, we let Dominique make the call. She sounds Canadian (no South African accent) and usually she is better understood and the response on the phone is more favourable than when Denise or me call.

The GPS took us right to the camp grounds, but no registration office? We drove around the camp ground, but no, registration office or any other campers? WTF?

Got out my cell phone re-dialed the number we called last night.

The conversation went something like this.
Me: "I am standing at Anderson Lake camp ground, but can not find a registration office."
Park Office: "There is no registration office"
Me: "So how does it work?"
PO: "What do you want to do?"
Me: "I want to camp" (in my mind I said, "camp you F'en idiot. WTF do you think I want to do in a camp ground)
PO: "It works on the Honour System. You put your camp fee in the envelope you will find next to the yellow post, and drop it in the slot in the yellow post. Go pick a camp site, and you are set"
Me: "Oh, that's easy. Thanks"

See the yellow post behind Denise.

The camp site was spectacular. In Canada it's called back country camping, and in the US it's called rustic camping. Only pit latrines, and no running water. Water you scoop from the lake.

The camping is very similar to camping in Algonquin Park in Ontario. The big advantage is that you can ride your bike into the site, and there is no need for backpacking or canoeing for hours to find you place away from civilization.

It rained that night, and Dominique's tent started leaking. She crawled into our tent round 1am in the morning.  For the rest of the trip we put her tent up in the vestibule of our tent. Will have to seal the seams on her tent.