6-28-05 Upper Peninsula
When I left Duluth I headed to the upper peninsula of
Michigan to visit my brother Dan and his wife Bette. It turned hot and very
muggy. They live in the town of Hancock which is just the other side of this
very cool lift bridge.

The peninsula is cut through by a series of small lakes and canals that the ore boats pass through. When they
come, they lift this bridge sort of on the
same principle as a draw bridge. One of the first things I wasnted to see
when I got there was Dans new (to him) fishing boat. It is a 27’ Chris Craft
that is powered by twin 283 Chevy V-8’s. Dan is doing some work on it at the
moment and it is in a storage building where it lives in the winter.

I was amazed at the array of instruments that this boat has. There is a GPS system which is state of the art as
well as a Loran, radar, sonar, fish finder, and two way radio and other
stuff. This is the view of Captain Dan showing me the details of the
bridge.

Dan will be using this boat on Lake Superior and it has to be everything that a
ocean going vessel needs to be. The lake is the largest fresh water lake in the
world and it is almost like an ocean especially when a storm rolls through. I
was amazed at the numerous safety features and detail controls needed to operate
it. I had thought it was a large fishing boat but it is rigged out for living on
too. I wish it was out in the water, but next time I visit I will get a ride. It
is only about 50 miles to Isle Royal national park from his dock, so I hope we
get out to see that.
Bill had told me that I needed to
ride my bike on up to the end of the peninsula and visit Copper Harbor. The ride
was spectacular. This is a stretch of road where the trees completely cover
the road, it is like riding
through a green tunnel.
I stitched several photos together to get this panorama of the harbor.

This is the story of the region.

This is a piece of native copper at the base of this sign.

Some of the old mining stuff still remains.

I wish I had taken some photos of Hancock town as it is a really beautiful town.
it has lots of old brick buildings and if you know Butte, Montana, it has some
of the same feeling. When the
copper ran out in this area the
miners moved to Butte which was just
starting to boom. There are a lot of families that have roots in both
towns.
At the end of the road is this sign.

The paved road ends here but I ride a GS which means that gravel roads are on the program. There was a little
gravel road that continued on past this site,
so I took it. The road turned bad right away with huge mud puddles and
some serious washouts that I got past with ease. After that initial bad road it
got much better and I found myself
hopelessly lost in a maze of small forest roads. I was wishing for Bills GPS
unit so I could at least find my way out. I did finally find a small sign
pointing to Copper Harbor that I think is for the snowmobiles that use this maze
of trails in the winter. Most of the
roads were nice back there.

I headed back by way of the smaller paved roads and saw this boat that I thought
was unusual at a dock by a house along the bay.

it looks like it could take a severe thrashing and still float. I’m not sure
just what it was intended for but it reminds me of some sort of military type
thing. Maybe it is like some guys have jeeps and this is a type of boat jeep.

This is major snow country and receives around 25 feet of snow in the winter.
This looks like a good way to get around when it gets deep. This is what most of
the houses in the area look like. they all have steep roofs and most were two
story.

On the road back I went through a little town called Gay. My brother says that
there is the “Gay Bar’ there as well as a second hand store called “out of
the closet”.
My brother didn’t have much room in his garage for my motorcycle so his neighbor offered to let my put my bike in his garage (next to his Harley). This area is where the bosses or wealthy businessmen had their houses and some like this one are very impressive. They look out over the harbor/canal system.

I rolled out of Hancock to a day of low clouds and threatening rain all the way across Michigan and Minnesota. I only got dumped on once, and it was a major downpour. I could hardly see and I knew the cars in front and behind couldn’t see either so we all slowed down and made it through in fifteen minutes or so.

I made it as far as Crookston which
is almost to the North Dakota border and camped in the town park. I just rolled
in and set up my camp down in the far corner under some huge cotton wood trees.
In the middle of the night a big strom came thundering through and as I lay in
my little tent I began to wonder if I maybe hadn’t picked such a good spot
after all. When the limbs started falling from
the trees and hitting the tent I got a little worried but held tight as I sure
didn’t want to get out in that
down pour and move my tent. In the morning I could see that only a few limbs
come down and the two biggest ones were the ones that hit my tent.

They sure sounded a lot bigger than
the look here on the ground. I could just imagine a limb the size of my leg
flattening me and the bike.
I took Highway 2 all the way across North Dakota and it is a fast road. I made
it home Monday night in time to enjoy another major rain and thunder storm. I
guess since I have been gone it has rained on and off so everything is still
green here. there sure is a lot of rained on hay around the country.