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Monday, August 19, 2019

Connections...

I just put up a video on our bicycle tour

 in Michigan. Michigan came as a pleasant surprise since we had not really ever been there and it seems that southern Michigan (Detroit, Flint, etc.) seem to get all of the attention. Northern Michigan and the upper penninsula would definitely rate a return visit in our book.

A couple of years ago I had blogged about our trip to Alaska via the Alaska Highway. The route north from Denver takes you almost straight up the Rockies to Banff and then on through Jasper, Canada. Both of these towns are some of my favorite places to visit. A recent article (8/18/19) in the Denver Post brought back memories of that trip. When in Banff we had camped in their campground and one night we had a special visitor. My wife and I, along with our two
Siberian Huskies Bentley and Yukon, were all fast asleep when from right outside our camper a wolf howl erupted. I and my dogs were instantly awake. Normally any nocturnal activity outside the tent gets the full attention of our pups but that night they simply sat bolt upright, ears and noses on full alert. Usually they would start barking but that night they were absolutely quiet. I honestly believe they recognized the presence of their cousin Canus Lupus just a few feet away separated by just a few millimeters of tent fabric. So too do I believe that the wolf was very much aware of our two canine companions but from his or her perspective probably didn't consider them more than a potential snack. I've seen other wolves in the wild but have never been so close to one as on that night. It was truly a special treat that I'll never forget.

The Post article details a more disturbing account of a wolf, apparently nearing the end of its life and in poor condition, attacking a family from New Jersey in the middle of the night in the same campground complex in which we had stayed. Fortunately the husband, with help from another camper, was able to finally drive off the wolf but not before suffering some serious injury. Now, wolf attacks on humans are exceedingly rare and after capturing and killing the wolf it appears it's actions were driven by starvation. After reading the article I immediately wondered if by any chance it could have been the same wolf that ghosted through the campground when we were there. As sorry as I was to hear of the injuries to the camper that nocturnal interaction of several years back with one of nature's most majestic creatures is one I will treasure as long as I live.

Saturday, August 17, 2019

It's a sh*tty job but someone has do do it....

Horses, Bicycles, or your own
two feet are the only way to get
around Mackinac Island
What would you rather have - a truly sh*tty job in paradise or a great job somewhere else? Well, there are some special folks we came across after our Michigan bike tour that had definitely made their choice. And who am I to argue with them?

Mackinac (pronounced Mackinaw) Island sits several miles north of the northern tip of lower Michigan. Mackinaw City is the gateway to both Mackinac Island as well as Michigan's Upper Peninsula region and its from there that you catch a ferry to the island as there is no bridge and short of having your own boat that's the only way to get there. The island is approximately 8.2 miles in circumference and a couple of hundred folks call the island home yearlong (the Island school system boasts about 80 students). During the summer however the island hosts thousands of tourists who flock there for its beautiful harbor, spectacular homes and churches, as well as a small downtown (just a couple of blocks) full of shops that will happily sell you just about any touristy trinket you can imagine. Oh, and fudge - lots and lots and lots of fudge, Really, really good fudge. But I digress...

Pick your steed: two-wheeled or four footed!
The thing that sets Mackinac Island apart from many other islands like it is that the only way to get around once there is by your own two feet, by bicycle, or by horse. No - and I mean NO - motorized transportation is allowed on the island. Getting off the ferry (we caught the early-bird first ferry of the day that left Mackinaw City at 7:30 sharp and put us on the island by 8) two things immediately grab your attention. Row upon row upon row of rental bicycles of all kinds just waiting for folks who probably haven't sat on a bike seat in years who can't wait to plunk down $16 per hour for the privilege of subjecting their nether regions to unfamiliar torment as they ride about the island.

The second thing that grabs your attention are the horses. They are everywhere. Pulling carriages, pulling wagons laden with luggage (you can spend the night on the island at some truly spectacular hotels, inns, and bed and breakfasts), pulling freight to supply all the fine food and beverage establishments. UPS? FedX? Yup, all delivered behind a horse. The U.S. Mail? That too is handled by a horse-drawn mail wagon. There are some 300+ horses on the island to accommodate all this heavy pulling and they have the right of way over everything. If you're a pedestrian or on a bike woe to you for getting in the way of all this equine grandeur. And grand these horses are. Most are Percherons which make Clydesdales look like undernourished cousins. They are massive, and can haul loads of 3 to 6 thousand pounds each (apparently Clydesdales, of Budweiser fame, can only pull about 1,000 pounds each) which means two or three hitched together can easily handle the wagon loads of tourists meandering over hill and dale. There are also Friesians, Hackney, Welsh Cob, and Standard bred for pulling some of the smaller 2 and 4 passenger carriages around town.
Getting up close with Jenny and Martin
during a horse-drawn tour


So back to my original question regarding sh*tty jobs in paradise. You may be catching on by now to where this is going but if not, here's a hint - what by-product do 300+ horses produce? Yup, and lots of it. I mentioned horses were the second thing to grab your attention. Well, perhaps the third thing is the pungent aroma of their droppings on all the roads. Now, if you're looking for a summer job on the island there are lots to choose from - bike attendants, waiters/waitresses, shop staff, even people to drive all the horse wagons and carriages (known on the island as drayers). But perhaps the single most important, yet most under appreciated job on Mackinac Island falls to those brave souls who diligently wander behind all these horses, brooms in hand, sweeping up what Mother Nature has left behind. These are the unsung heroes of Mackinac Island. It is they who truly have the sh*ttiest job in paradise yet they don't seem to mind and never a complaint did we hear as they went about swoosh, swoosh, swooshing their way along the thoroughfares. I don't know where they fall on the island's pay scale, but it can't be enough.

Jenny and Martin mean business as they trot
down Main Street, Mackinac Island
So, if you're in the area, Mackinac Island is a beautiful and special oasis unlike most of the tourist traps more typical of summer fare. Bring your own or rent and ride a bike along the 8.2 mile perimeter road. Take a horse-drawn tour to see and hear about all the must-see sites. Spend a night in the Grand Hotel if your pocketbook allows (ours didn't - rooms start at around $890 a night). But whatever you do watch where you step. As the islanders say, every visitor to Mackinac Island goes home with a free souvenir, and its right there on the bottom of your shoes!
A VIP carriage: I think this is how all that delicious fudge is delivered -
Very Important Product

Oh, and by the way, if you're on Instagram feel free to check out some more images of Mackinac Island and the rest of the trip at David Mabry.


Thursday, August 15, 2019

Pedaling merrily to and fro...

Ok; I've been remiss about posting during the actual ride so I'm playing a little catch-up. Normally I use my Samsung phone to blog during events like the Shoreline West Bicycle Tour but for the life of me I couldn't keep the phone charged long enough in the evenings after riding all day to write anything down. And that's apart from simply being a wee bit tired after pedaling 50+ miles a day for 6 days (there was a rest day in the middle, thank you God).
Cyclists luggage is loaded to be shuttled to the
start in Montague

Suffice it to say that I was very impressed with this ride, from the route, to the friendliness of all the people - riders and staff alike, to the catered meals (breakfast and dinner), to the gorgeous weather we had during the daytime. We did have a downpour one evening when the weather looked threatening enough they were thinking of evacuating us inside, and some light sprinkles some other nights but the days were sunny and warm (but not too hot) and the feared Midwest humidity never was that oppressive (thank you God). We did manage to get lost by missing some poorly marked/signed turns but by day two they had corrected that minor oversight and we could focus on admiring the beautiful scenery as we rode miles through tree-lined glades and along sun-dappled lakeshore.
The mighty Mackinac Bridge that connects Mackinaw City
to Michigan's Upper Penninsula

This part of Michigan, which I had never been to before, is where Midwesterners come to vacation and after seeing and experiencing it I can understand why. The roads we pedaled on were for the most part lightly traveled, and the terrain, though not flat, certainly didn't feature any of the vertical challenges that our home State of Colorado offers. Some hills were quite steep (12-25% grades) but were never too long, and one even offered a watermelon stop three-quarters of the way up.

The towns we rode through, as well as the towns where we spent the night, were beautiful with lots of spectacular vacation homes (mansions) along the way to gawk at. In the early 1900's the wealthy industrialists from Detroit and Chicago would make their way out of the crowded and sweltering cities to the cooler climes farther north where they spent some of their prodigious wealth on stunning
The Mushroom Houses are a site to see in the
lakeshore town of Charlevoix
abodes along the lakeshore. The Great Lakes ameliorate the temperature since their water is in the 60 degree range so it was always very comfortable riding near the water. Go inland a couple of miles though and the temps would dramatically rise and you'd find yourself sweating like you were riding the Tour De France.

As I mentioned, the people on the ride were very friendly and it seemed that many, if not most, had done the ride before. Some have been doing it for years and they profess to not tiring of it quite yet. Several other folks from Colorado had made the long jaunt to do the ride but the vast majority hailed from closer parts, primarily Michigan, Illinois, and Ohio. And of course, being this close to our Northern border, there was the occasional Canadian thrown in for good measure, eh.
Not the first choice for bike touring
but a beautiful ride nonetheless
All had a love of cycling, most were on road bikes but there were a fair share of tandems, recumbents, and trikes. We were on our Longbike recumbent tandem, and while we were tired by day's end we never experienced the sore hands and sore butts of those opting for more standard bikes.

Meals were catered morning and night and while there was the expected meat and potato offerings (this being the Midwest) they also made a solid effort to offer vegetarian, vegan, and gluten-free options that were actually very tasty. This is the first ride I've been on where 'vegetarian' means more than lettuce and fruit. Let me tell you, you haven't seen hangry until you've tried to ride 70 miles on just lettuce and fruit! Lunches were on our own and were usually eaten while out on the ride at restaurants along the way. Here too there was a surprisingly good offering of non-meat fare for those so inclined.

Tent Cities sprout each night along the route
Nights were spent at schools in the towns and everyone was in a tent on this ride. For those familiar with events like Ride the Rockies you know that those rides offer not just tent camping but camping inside gymnasiums and hotels as well. The grass was lush so sleeping on the 'hard' ground was never better and the cool, quiet nights in these mostly small towns made for restful slumber and happy dreams.

Since the ride was along the western shore of Lake Michigan there were also beautiful lighthouses dotted along the coast. Most of these date to the late 1800's to early 1900's and since modern navigational methods have improved few are actually still relied upon by intrepid Captains out on the water. So they stand as silent sentinels of bygone times that were simpler but far more dangerous for those brave enough to venture out onto the lake. Lake Michigan is huge and for much of our ride North we could not see the other side and the mighty ships out on the lake often appeared as tiny dots on the horizon unless they were passing close to shore. As with all of the Great Lakes,
One of the many wonderful
lighthouses that dot the shore
Lake Michigan has seen its share of maritime disasters and there are maps in the giftshops detailing the hundreds of ships and thousands of lives lost to the cold waters that can turn suddenly violent when the storm winds start to blow. If you've heard the ballad "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" by Gordon Lightfoot coming and seeing the actual lake puts the song into perspective. These freighters are huge - anywhere from 700 to 1,000 feet in length - and to think that lake waves can be created in storms that can send them to the bottom paints a picture of Nature's power when she has a mind to wreak havoc. Fortunately for our journey we witnessed no major storms over the water but after the ride's end we did venture to Whitefish Bay where the Edmund Fitzgerald would have found safety if she had been able to sail only a few miles more.

As the ride came to an end we opted to stay a couple of extra days and visit some of the sites around Mackinaw City and Mackinac Island. We also took a daytrip to Saute Ste. Marie to tour the locks that allow those massive freighters to transit from Lake Superior into Lake Huron and beyond. The tour boat actually takes you through the same locks and is well worth the time if you're in the area. Its
A freighter heads into the locks at 
Saute Ste. Marie
something to see as these massive freighters slide into the lock and are then lowered (or raised, depending on their direction of travel) 21 feet to meet up with the level of the other lake.

All in all a pretty amazing trip in that it came as a surprise to my wife and I. We were not sure what to expect, not having been to this part of the country before, but came away thinking it won't be our last trip to this spectacular region. Of course if you're from Michigan or consider yourself a 'yooper' (someone from the Upper Penninsula) that comes as no surprise to you!

Sunday, August 4, 2019

29 and counting...

Today was the first riding day of the Shoreline West bike tour in Michigan. Yesterday they shuttled us by bus from the finish line in Mackinaw City to the starting point of Montague (pronounced "mont-a-goo") from which we set forth in an early morning fog literally at the crack of dawn. From Montague it was 61 scenic miles mostly paralleling the shoreline (hence the name of the tour) of Lake Michigan.

The bike truck broke down on the way to the starting point so the lucky crew had to unload hundreds of bikes from the broken down truck and reload them into the replacement all while anxious bike parents awaited word of the fate of their steeds. Finally, after dinner and the pre-ride meeting, at around 7 o'clock, the bikes finally joined up with their riders and a potential biketastrophy was narrowly avoided.

My wife of twentynine years and I spent our anniversary pedaling and sweating in the Midwest heat and humidity. Riding a tandem with your significant other can be a recipe for marital disaster so kudos to my beloved for putting up with me both on the bike as well as in life all these years. It's been, literally and figuratively, an exciting ride!

Here in Michigan the sweet cherries are being harvested and along the ride you can stop and sample all sorts of Cherry delights. They're all delicious, and so long as you don't overindulge (like that EVER happens) cycling is a great way to burn off those excess calories. Yum!

Tomorrow the ride continues with the first serious hills featuring climbs in the 5-12% grade range. The hills may not be anywhere near as long as riding Colorado's infamous mountain passes but what they lack in length they make up in steepness. In cycling parlance, Granny (as in granny gears) is going to get a workout. 64 miles up the coast is where we'll pitch our tent tomorrow.

Sunset this far north is around 9-9:30 p.m. but on a bike tour most folks are counting sheep in their tents long before old Sol does her nightly disappearing act. So as the sun dips towards the western horizon I'll sign off for now and bid you a goodnight from Ludington, Michigan. For my wife Sophie and I tomorrow will be 29 years and a day. Here's to the next 29!

Friday, August 2, 2019

That road just keeps beckoning...

"Omaha! Omaha!" No, this is not a Payton Manning commercial but we did spend our first night back on the road in that illustrious town. The next night saw us roll into Madison, Wisconsin and tonight I'm writing this in Mackinaw City, Michigan after making our way over the 4 mile span known as the Mackinac Bridge.

We're here to ride the 'Westshore Lake Michigan bike tour' that will take us from Montague, Michigan some 400 meandering miles up the coast of this third largest Great Lake back to Mackinaw City. Tomorrow is shuttle day where they drive us and our bike to the starting point. 400 miles over 6 riding days is not overly ambitious (we hope!) but having done a similar ride several years ago through Wisconsin's Door County we know to expect a lot of rolling terrain (AKA hills) as you go over hill and Dale from one quaint lakeside town to the next.

It was a hot drive until we reached the road that takes you along the top of Lake Michigan where the lake breeze dropped the temps a good 10+ degrees. We're hoping the nice weather lasts for the next week or so as this is country neither I or my better half have seen before.

Three days in the car hasn't helped our legs so we're anxious to get going!

More from the road!