Michigan, they say, looks like a mitten...that is, if you ignore the Upper Penninsula (UP) and you are looking at the palm of your right hand. Anyways, this is day 10 of biking since we left Chicago and we have crossed the palm, from Lake Michigan to Lake Huron, and now we are crossing the thumb which is really a Penninsula sticking into Lake Huron.
Our route continues to offer remarkable variety...corn and soybean and sugar beet fields, rail trails, small towns, and interesting mid-sized towns. We saw a bear!!! On a rail trail a couple of days ago. People know they are around but no one we have talked to has ever seen one. Nancy. Figured they must be around because we have seen so many bear silhouettes as lawn ornaments!
Last night we camped at Jellystone Park in Frankenmuth. The campground was very nice...we had a "rustic" site which meant we only had 20amp electric service. The town was a cheesy (IMHO) Barvarian themed town famous for chicken dinners...honestly. We really enjoyed it.
Today we rode 65 miles and are staying at the Sweet Dreams Motel ($45, including tax) in the town of Yale, population 2000 or so, priceless.
Tomorrow we expect to take a short ride on a small ferry and cross cover to Canada so we can ride along the north shore of Lake Erie; we should return to the states in about a week at Niagra Falls.
The Paul Simon of my youth sang: Cathy, I said as we boarded the Greyhound in Pittsburg, Michigan seems like a dream to me now; it took me 4 days to hitchhike from Saginaw; I've gone to look for America.
And I suppose we have.
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