Drummond Island to St. Ignace, Michigan
It is summer again. The sun is shining, the wind is gone and my mood is 100% improved. Drummond Island is beautiful.
Oh, the Pins restaurant at Woodmoor puts cinnamon in their french toast, so I had pancakes instead.
From the hotel, I went to the marina to assure that all the customs details were properly handled.
They got some name and address information and that is it--end of the border crossing.
I then headed toward the ferry at DeTour on Michigan 134--an absolutely wonderful road.
THIS IS HOW I WOULD LIKE ALL "M" HIGHWAYS (STATE HIGHWAYS) TO BE. There is a nice little 24" shoulder all the way from the center of Drummond Island to Interstate 75, some 50+ miles away.
At the ferry crossing there was an interesting historical marker explaining how the British had moved to Drummond when by the treaty of Ghent, they had to give up their fort at Mackinac.
I lucked out at the ferry. They charge only eastbound passengers. Since I never went eastbound, I never had to pay.
Oh, that's a limestone and gravel quarry in the background. There was one near Meldrum Bay and one near Cedarville (east of here) so the area has a lot of limestone.
The road west from DeTour is quite pretty. There are numerous beautiful vistas of Lake Huron and backwater areas.
I saw several interesting birds today, including this blue heron flying away as I stopped my bicycle and got the camera out.
I also saw a pileated woodpecker, but by the time I stopped and readied the cameras, it flew away. It is nearly impossible to photograph the birds I see while riding. I make too much noise stopping and it takes too long to get a camera out of the handlebar bag on the bicycle.
I stopped along the lake shore and could not resist taking my shoes off and walking in the clear cold water of Lake Huron. The sandy beach was gorgeous.
Here is the big quarry near Cedarville.
I stopped at the maritime historical museum in Cedarville, but it was too hot there and I didn't stay. The downtown isn't much more than a few bars and a nice little waterfront park.
By the time I got to the Mackinac Trail (Old US-2; just past I-75) my right foot was killing me again. I've decided it is not the SPDs themselves that are the problem, but rather, that the shoe is too narrow. When I get home these shoes are history. For the Alps ride, I think I'll patch up my old comfortable Shimanos and take them, instead of running the risk of pain like this. When I got to Mackinac Trail, I loosened the laces on my right shoe and the 20 mile ride into St. Ignace was tolerable (even though the foot was swollen from before).
Riding along on Mackinac Trail, I saw another really unusual plant. I don't know what it was. Any ideas?
[Note 6/18: thanks to the interactive nature of this website and attentive readers like Steve Ulrey, I was able to confirm that this was a rare Yellow Ladies Slipper, a protected Michigan species.]
North of St. Ignace is Castle Rock, a rock formation very similar to those I saw on Flower Pot Island near Tobermory.
I did not see the Mackinac Bridge on my way into St. Ignace. I thought about trying to get a ride across it, but decided instead to stay in St. Ignace because the lodging is a bit less expensive than that found in Mackinac City. I'll cross over in the morning.
Sorry, but I've decided to make a bee-line home as opposed to touring the western shore of Lake Huron. My departure for Europe looms too big for any dallying. I need to get home, get some chores done and get ready for the flight to Geneva 2 weeks hence. So, I intend to zoom straight down Old US-27, which parallels I-75. It will probably take me 3 days (depending on how soon I get going each morning). This Web publishing slows me down quite a bit. Though my computer (NUpowr G3 Macintosh PowerBook 2400c/240) is the fastest sub-notebook computer on the planet, the speed makes me more likely to do fancier things (like thumbnails) and I still end up spending every spare minute either editing photos or writing. The rest of the day is spend riding, sleeping and eating. I have NO spare time at all.