Today we rode 89 miles from Birch Run to Port Huron. I was awakened at about 4am to the sound of violent thunderstorms, and it was still storming at our scheduled departure of 7am. We will ride in rain, but not thunderstorms. And we have not have any rain at all since the end of the first week in Oregon. So, this seemed to be like the day we were going to get soaked in retribution. After a 2 hour plus delay, we got rolling about 9:15am, with a light sprinkle and very wet roads kicking up lots of spray. And then viola, there was no more rain and we had a strong tailwind coming from the Southwest that propelled us along for everything but about 10 of the 89 miles. Wonderfully delightful day. And, again, an “opposite” day: When we rolled out this morning I had visions of riding in the rain and possible headwinds like yesterday. Instead, it was easy rolling in cool, dry temperatures. You never can really tell until you are on the bike…

I rode most of the way with two awesome woman from Colorado who have become great friends on the ride–one of the ladies, Polly, was celebrating her 62nd birthday. She is a fantastic rider and a great conversationalist while riding a bike… The route through the rest of this part of Michigan continued to be pleasant, if not the best scenery that we have had on the trip. We had a rest stop in the town of Yale, reputed to be the bologna capital of America. And a passer by who was curious about the ride started talking about his own adventures on a bike and said that the farthest that he had ever gone was up to Bad Axe with his brother. I had to laugh as the only other time I had ever heard of Bad Axe was from my sister-in-law, who grew up there. I hardly ever think of Bad Axe as being “on the map.” But lo, it exists!

Tomorrow we need our passport to ride, as we cross the bridge into Canada…

No way to get lost…

Canada is just a short swim away…

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