Excuse me, this is so embarrassing, but I seem to have misplaced Lake Michigan!
I can’t imagine how I managed to lose track of a 4,918 cubic kilometer hydrological entity, but somehow the largest freshwater lake in the United States snuck away from me for the majority of my ride today.
In other words, today’s riding was somewhat less stimulating than the picturesque pedaling I grew accustomed to on the Upper Peninsula. Northern Michigan is pastoral, arboreal, and hillier than I expected.
My 74 mile route in mostly kept me on the shoulder of or directly adjacent to highway 131.
Hands down, the most delightful part of today’s time in the saddle was when I pedaled through Petoskey, Michigan. Not only did I briefly re-encounter my pulchritudinous misplaced pond, but the Top of Michigan Trails Council deserves a special shout out for the city’s well-maintained bike paths!
Tragically, the pavement for the majority of my ride was not particularly well maintained. I was dodging debris right and left, and cracks in the asphalt shook my steel frame like the Loma Prieta quake. After 70 miles, I was DONE. Imagine my delight when I discovered that my campground was conveniently located four miles of dirt road from the highway.
That’s not to say that the entire day was a grind. I crossed another boundary!
I passed some highly amusing signs.
Most hilariously, I saw what passes for a ski resort in Northern Michigan.
Despite the diversions, I was VERY happy to finally arrive at my final destination.
I was even happier that there was ice cream.
Keep spinning. Keep smiling!