Michigan Tour of the UP-day eight

Friday 9/13-38 miles

Today we continued around Lake Huron headed to Ignace.  The terrain was nice but really remote.  We rode for 20 miles without seeing anything before we came to the break wagon.  We rode 18 miles before we even made a turn. There were long stretches of unbroken forest on one side and Lake Huron on the other.  It was also cold.  It was mid-thirties when we pulled out and the forest on the one side kept us in the shade for long periods of time.  It was along these cold stretches that the ride sometimes became weird.

With long stretches of trees to look at we began to discuss what the best pasty ingredients would be, or just what the heck a white fish was?  We also could not figure why some places spell it “Mackinaw” and others “Mackinac”.  Evidently you have to be a yooper to know these answers.  We also noticed a lot of snowmobile crossing signs and snowmobile trails.  With some of the rough patches of road, we wondered if they spent more money on snowmobile trails than on road maintenance.  And as odd as snowmobile signs were to us, the strangest thing we saw was a bumper sticker that said, ”Say Ya To Da UP.”  Not sure what it meant though.  Yeah, these were long stretches and we were happy to finally pull into a coffee shop.  The cold ride finally came to an end when we climbed the second longest hill of the trip up to our hotel.  By the time we walked in I was sweating. 

We quickly took our stuff that the gear truck had dropped off to our room and jumped back on the bike.  We rode down the hill and back into town.  Ignace was the biggest town we had been in so we wanted to look around.  We stopped at the Mackinac Grill for a really good lunch.  I had some white fish.  The food on this trip has been unbelievable although I have yet to try a pasty.  Just can’t figure out what’s in them.  I did try the fudge though.  They have the best fudge. 

That night we rode down to the camp site for supper.  After supper we decided to leave the bike there and take the shuttle back to hotel.  Bad idea. 

Not a sign we see in TR.

Bundled for the cold.  It's early September and I'm freezing!

The Bay in Ignace

If you are every in Ignace, stop here for food!

 

Michigan Tour of the UP-day seven

Thursday 9/12-63 miles

Today was the long day and we rode through the biggest town, Sault Ste. Marie.  Actually it was a city, and divides Lake Superior and Lake Huron with a few normal size lakes scattered between them.   After visiting the museum in in Sault Ste. Marie we made a big turn.  The forest disappeared and the land became agricultural.  With the turn and open fields we headed down the Lake Huron shoreline and straight into the wind. 

We biked with our heads down watching the road slowly slip by us as we passed 9 Mile Road, 12 Mile Road, and finally stopping for lunch at 15 Mile Road.  For 15 miles we had plowed through a stiff wind and all I saw was a chip sealed road as it slipped pass my tire.  I was ready for a break.  After eating we rode a mile further down the road before stopping again for coffee and pie.

We got to Cedarville by midafternoon and made a stop at the local laundry mat.  After laundry we checked into our room for the night at a hotel close to the campground.  Our stuff was already here and we laid in bed soaking up the feeling of a roof. We didn’t even care it had a small bathroom.  At least it was hooked to our room and was only a few steps away.  The room was small too, but it was bigger than our tent.  And best of all it was warm.  That was a big plus since the forecast was for a cold front to move in.  Lows were expected to be in the upper thirties.

We biked to camp for another great meal.  By the time we got through eating the temps had dropped sufficiently.  After a last cup of coffee it was cold.  I was glad we only had a few miles to ride to get back to our room.  I was also glad to get back so Susan would quit reminding me that we could have left the bike and caught a ride with the staff back to our room.  At least I thought she would quit.  When we arrive at our room she then reminded me we would have to ride into camp in the morning.  I was beginning to miss that tent.



Outside the shipping museum in  Sault Ste. Marie

The locks between Superior and Huron

the locks

Stopping for coffee and pie, again.

 

Michigan Tour of the UP- day six

Wednesday 9/11-39 miles

We woke to sunny skies which was nice, but we had a problem.  Susan’s knee, that had been bothering her yesterday, was now swollen and she was hobbling around.  She iced it during breakfast, and of course used it as an excuse to slack off on packing.  We had a knee brace with us (old people carry things like that just in case), and Susan put it on.  That, with ice, had helped, and we started out for Brimley State Park.   The good news it was a short day.  The bad news was we headed back the way we had come.   I did some quick flashbacks in my head and could not remember seeing any roads between us and Eckerman’s Corner.  That meant we climbed the big hill we hit 40 mph coming down two days ago. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! But yes, we climbed it.  I was worried about Susan’s knee but should have been worrying about my own problems.  She did fine but I was almost asthmatic by the time I reached the top.  At the top I did the sensible thing and told Susan I thought she should rest her knee.  About 5 minutes later we took off again.

Today’s ride was now sandwiched between Lake Superior on the left and the forest on the right.  We kept hoping to see some wild life but never did.  A moose, bears, deer, porcupine, anything.  We did see a few porcupines flattened on the road but that was it.  The UP is a big hunting area and I’m guessing the animals are pretty good at hiding.   It is certainly rural because we saw very few yoopers either. 

We arrived at the camp site under a bright sky and quickly picked out a grassy spot.   This time the bath house was just a short walk away.  After setting up we walked to the lake shore and looked across a lake that looked as massive as the Atlantic.  We could not see other side.  Or maybe we could see Canada?  I’m not sure.  All these shore line views have begun to run together.  It is still a big lake though. 

After drinking our evening coffee I noticed the clouds rolling in.  This was not good.  The tent has been leaking more, even in the light drizzles.  I covered the tandem with the tarp we carry for that propose and got into the tent just when the storm hit.  It was bad.  The wind blew and the rain came down in buckets.  Where before the tent fly seams had leaked and dropped random drops on the tent mesh below it, now it was a steady stream pouring in from multiple places. We had a serious problem and I had an idea.

I grabbed my rain gear and went out into the storm.  I pulled the trap off the tandem and quickly covered the seats with garbage bags.  I then took the tarp and threw it over the tent and bungeed it down.  Just a side note:  what would life be like without bungees?  I use’em more than WD-40.  Anyway.  I got the tent covered and grabbed a towel from Susan and ran to the bathhouse to dry off.  After a quick toweling I walked out to moon breaking through the clouds.  No, really.  It was clearing off and the rain had stopped.  As we mopped up the tent floor at 1:00AM in the morning we decided to finish the trip in hotels.  About half the folks were in hotels anyway, and the luggage truck came by and still picked up your stuff so it was the plan.  It was a great plan, and it did not matter that it never rained again the whole trip.    It did get cold.

 

Lunch break along the way
 

 



 

We saw this guy checking us out.

 

I think they misspelled that first word on the bottom sign.  I think it only has 3 A's

 



 



 

 

 

Michigan Tour of the UP-day five

Tuesday 9/10-41 miles

Today is our off day and we slept in.  After breakfast we discussed what we wanted to do.  Max was still riding with us so the three of us decided to bike up to the Upper Falls.  Now the Upper Falls is, well up.  The nice thing about the Upper Falls though is it’s a downhill coming back.  As we coasted down the grade we decided to stop at the Lower Falls.  It must have been the euphoria of the downhill grade that cloudy our thinking because the Lower Falls were, well, low.  We turned off the main road and dropped down a long hill.  I knew that was a mistake but we were picking up momentum so fast I just held on.  After a quick look at a rather small waterfall we started back up the hill.  I didn’t think we would ever make it up that climb.  It took longer than signing up for health care, and it took the next four miles of downhill grade before my breathing begin to level out.  We did manage a stop for coffee and pie at a restaurant in Paradise before heading back to camp. 

Tonight was much better with only a light rain and not much to worry about.  The problem was the forecast.   It looked like rain was coming again tomorrow night and then a cold front.  It was already mid-40’s at night. 

 

The Upper Falls.  The water color is normal and is caused by the tannin from the oak leaves

 

 The Lower Falls

Us

Michigan Tour of the UP-day four

Monday 9/9-64 miles

Today was a short day to Tahquamenon Falls State Park 30 miles away.  The terrain is till flat with some rolling hills but not too bad at all.  It was also really rural with forest broken only once with a small town, Eckerman’s Corner.  I mention it because it had great coffee and homemade pies.   We soon discovered this was the norm for all the little towns and stores we stopped at.  Coffee and great homemade pie, what better reason to ride than that?  As we pulled out of the café we started down a huge hill.  Even with me braking when Susan screamed we hit 40 mph.  It had a long straight run out at the bottom and was a fun hill to ride down, but I wouldn’t want to bike up it.

We’ve rode into the park around 12:00, and after setting up we decided to ride to the shipwreck museum at Whitefish point.  There we saw the bell off of the famous shipwreck the Edmund Fitzgerald.  As we toured the museum we realized the Fitz was only one of hundreds of shipwrecks.  Lake Superior is littered with sunken ships, it’s just no one wrote a song about them.  As we headed back to camp it started to rain.  It was a light rain, but that leaking tent was starting to worry me.

After another great supper the rain picked up, and by 8:00 it was a downpour. This time there was thunder and lightning as well, and as I lay there with water dripping on my head I begin to feel some empathy for the old sheik we had water boarded at Gitmo.  Around midnight it stopped and just as I was finally drifting off to sleep Susan asked me why we didn’t bring our LL Bean tent.  Me, “It is heavy.” Susan, “But we don’t have to carry it.”  Me, “It takes longer to set up.”  Susan, “It’s dry.” I had no comeback for that and I lay awake for hours trying to come up with one as she snored away. 

The Shipwreck Museum at White Fish Point

 

 

 

Max & me with Edmund Fitzgerald's bell 

 

Michigan Tour of the UP-day three

Sunday 9/8-44 miles

We were eating breakfast by 7:00 and had everything at the truck by 8:00.  I forgot to mention that on this tour they carry everything but you and your bike so we headed out with just a pannier for our personal stuff.

The first leg was short, a couple miles.  We were going to cross the Mackinaw Bridge, but in a truck since you cannot ride a bike across the Big Mac.  By 10:00AM we were riding on the UP.  The ride to our next camping site was fairly flat but the ride was chilly, about 60.  A little over forty miles later we pulled into Trout Lake Campground and picked our site.

It was a great site.  Thick grass.  Trees giving us some protection from any wind or rain.  A picnic table right next to us.  Just one problem.  We did not realize the bathhouse was at the other end of the campground.  It was a ten minute hike to get there.  Checking bathhouse location first was added to my pre-tent setup list.  After biking to get a shower I was talking with some locals.  They set me straight on the UP.

First of all it is the Yoo-Pee.  Not “up”.  The people here refer to themselves as yoopers.  They are also considered the northern equivalence of the redneck, so I fit right in.  I found them to be really nice folks.  They are also a hardy bred that thought the 60d high was warm.  Of course their summer shirts were wool plaid.  It’s the only place I have ever seen someone wear shorts and a parka.  They say they shovel snow in the winter and swat mosquitoes in the summer.  In the spring and fall they rest up from shoveling and swatting.  We spent a lot of time swatting.

Bear Butt or Bear butf? and what the heck is it?

Taking a break along the way

Chimney Rock in the UP

Max ready to roll.

Lake Superior

Camp.  We are way at the end.

Michigan Tour of the UP day two

Saturday 9/7

We woke up to drizzle.  After a quick mop up of the tent floor we drove into town for breakfast and by the time we got back the sun was shining and last night was history.  We jumped on the bike and headed to town to explore.  By the time we got to camp, around 2:00, the rest of our group was arriving.   Set up right next to us was Max.

Max is 74.  He lives in Southern Michigan.  He is retired and bikes for enjoyment, as well as runs Iron Man triathlons for fun.  Yeah, he is not you’re regular 74 year old retiree.  He is also a great guy and we spent the rest of the tour riding together.  Although he could have dropped us at any time he rode at our pace and was great company. 

That evening we meet tour staff and the other 43 riders that made up this tour.  After a short orientation we ate supper, our first meal of the tour.  And what a meal!  The cook and helper toured with us in a big truck complete with an outdoor kitchen and the food was magnificent.  That night we had steak and salmon with all kinds of veggies. 

After talking and meeting we finally headed to our tent for night two.  It was a beautiful night and you could see the Milky Way in the darkest sky I have ever seen.  I actually saw it a couple of times as I had to make a few bathroom runs during the night.  Yeah, getting old is not for the weak or faint of heart.  

Thu tent

 Dining area for the group

 The kitchen.  Some great meals came out that camp kitchen!

 Susan enjoying a rare sunny day in camp

Max

 Tent city

Michigan Tour of the UP

Michigan Tour day one

We pulled out Thursday around 9:00 AM, 9/5 headed for Michigan.   We were headed for an “Adventure Cycling Tour”.  Around 9:30 PM we pulled into a Holiday Inn in Dundee, Michigan for the night.  We were still 300 miles from Mackinaw our final destination.   We were finding the great frozen North to be a long way from Travelers Rest, SC.

Friday 9/6

We got up around 7:00 and headed for breakfast.  We quickly noticed we were right next door to Cabela’s.   We could not leave without checking it out, and man is that place huge!  It also full of more stuffed animals than most zoos have alive.  The Cabela’s, Dick and Mary, must have come close to single handedly causing the extinction of half a dozen different species.  I couldn’t find a single animal they had not killed, multiple times!

We finally arrived at the Tee Pee campground around 3:00.  The weather has been beautiful but we can suck the joy right out of a pretty day when we setup a tent.  Today seems to be no exception.  The forecast is for rain tonight but for now the sun is shining and we head to town. 

Mackinaw City is a tourist town on the dividing line between Lake Michigan and Lake Huron.  Neither of us has ever seen the Great Lakes and these were pretty cool.  We could not get over how clear the water was, even along the docks.  The town itself looked like many tourist town we had seen before but we enjoyed it anyway.  As usual Susan bought lots of stuff and I caught up on my reading.  Got to love those Kindles.

After eating supper downtown we headed back to camp in a light sprinkle.  Within the hour it was a down pour.  Now, we have three tents.  The one we bike camp with which is absolutely waterproof.  It is almost submersible, but it is small.  We didn’t take that one.  We have a big tent we truck camp with.  It is an LL Bean and it’s like having a roof over you, but it is heavy.  We didn’t take that one either.  We also have a 4 man dome tent we bought for sixty bucks brand new when we first started camping because it was cheap.  It is also now old.  We took that one.  Brand new it was barely moisture proof.  As we lay in the tent I soon discovered it had gotten worse.  Much worse.  Water seeped through the fly and ran down the underside of the fly until it dripped into the tent making small puddles around our queen size blowup mattress.   Fortunately we were high enough above the puddles to stay dry.  That was night one.

 One of the many dioramas in Cabela's!

 Mackinaw fudge, really good!

 Lake Huron

SC flag flying over the Lake Huron.  Notice seat covers for rain.