|Canadian Horseshoe Falls|
|Maid of the Mist experience|
|Cave of the Winds|
At 5 A. M. the next morning we headed for the Niagara border crossing into Canada. The method to our madness on this early awakening was to beat the long lines at the border, as we took a short cut to reenter Michigan at Port Huron. With only a couple of cars in front of us, we breezed through the border and were sitting in line to come back into the U. S. four hours later.
Bay City State Park at Saginaw Bay in Lake Huron was our stop for the night. Ten campers in the park, which holds 184 campers, reflected the post-Labor Day influence. It seemed like our private campground. The large grassy sites, under mature oak trees would be roomy even when full but now it felt extra special. This year round park offers sunbathing, fishing and swimming, in addition to a 17.5 mile interconnected walking/bike trail.
|Over view from Avalanche Hill|
We stayed in Kathi’s cabin overlooking Lake Charlevoix, which marries into Lake Michigan. Her home, one block away, is a showplace for her beautiful quilt works. A large studio off the side of her house provides a roomy work area for her numerous projects.
The following morning, we borrowed Kathi’s double kayak and took a paddle along the shoreline of the turquoise and teal lake. Having never visited the Great Lakes region before, I was shocked by the Caribbean feel of the lake. The afternoon took us on a short hike up Avalanche Hill, which provided an overview of the vicinity. Kathi swam in the “warm” water of the lake (only a Michigander could call the 65 degree water warm) after the hike. We ended our day and our visit with a barbeque, while watching a glorious sunset, followed by a beautiful moonrise over the lake.
Driving through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (known as UP by the locals), we discovered pasties (as in ‘passed’.) What the heck is a pasty? A misspelled pastry? Does anyone in Michigan know how to spell? After passing several places advertising this oddity, we knew we had to stop and check it out. Along Rt. 2, at Big Bay De Noc, we spotted Rosie’s at the Tylene’s Family Restaurant, and we slipped into the large parking lot. It turns out that a pasty is a meat pie. The food was first brought to the area in the 1800’s by copper miners. This English food from the Cornwall locale is a round, flaky dough filled with ground meat, a variety of vegetables and seasonings. The dough is folded over, crimped and then baked. In Alan’s assessment, it was delicious.
We’re moving onto Wisconsin and our workshops at the Madeline School of Art. Alan will spend the week with Tony van Hasselt in a plein art class. I’ll be with Catherine Watson in a travel memoir writing class.