Sunrise revealed a view of the same spectacular bridge, and memories of my crossing many years ago while riding my motorcycle. At that time, a gust of wind at the top of the bridge blew me from the paved right lane instantly to the corrugated steel center lane, a harrowing experience, as motorcycles don’t like corrugated steel roadbeds. The checkered steel causes the bike to wander left to right and it is very easy to loose control. Fortunately I made it back to the pavement without wiping out, or being hit by a passing truck....
But I digress...
Today, following shooting a few pictures of the old lighthouse in Mackinaw, gassing up the camper at a greatly inflated price, (the locals like to gouge the tourists), and wandering around the the town looking for a WiFi hotspot to upload the latest page to this site (I found one at a local Days Inn hotel), I unceremoniously turned South on US 23 to follow the shoreline of Lake Huron.
My first real view of the lake came about 35 miles south of Mackinaw at a nice little roadside park at Hammond Bay.
Continuing south from the roadside park it began to rain which forced the many motorcyclists, (there seemed to be a lot of them on this picturesque highway) to stop and scramble to find their rain suits, (more memories of my biking days). As I headed further south the rain went from a shower to dry, then another shower, then dry again.
During one of those dry spells I found my way to Presque Isle Harbor (Harbour for you Canadian readers) where I got a few shots of the state marina and the “New” Presque light house before a full fledged thunder storm blanketed the area.
The building storm clouds and heavy rain was my cue to move on further south (at no more than 35 MPH) and out of the driving rain and wind...
Eventually I reached the town of Alpena where the rain had passed and was now sunny. There I spotted a sign pointing to the Alpena Fairgrounds, where they welcome RVers to camp on the grounds, provide electric hook-ups, water and a waste dump station all for less than half the cost of a state park or commercial campground..
It was a no brainer to pull in to the fairgrounds for the night, and top off the water tank and use the dump station, before continuing my trip south to the lower tip of Lake Huron, where I will cross the border to Canada.