Residents of the Upper Peninsula call themselves “Yoopers”… we named ourselves “honorary yoopers for a day”. For the first time, we crossed the bridge, beating the triple threat of the upcoming invasion of tourists, biting black flies, and mosquitos. It was supposed to be partly cloudy with a shower or two, but we battled some steady rain during our dash to Lake Superior. Snow, snow and more snow we observed not only as remains piles along the roadways, but still covering the landscape, especially deep into the woods. Where there was limited snow, was standing water everywhere. Black water. So glad we missed the bugs, soon they will be fierce.
We were well ahead of the tourists too. Can’t say we saw one. Miles and miles of driving without a single car. And when we finally saw human life, it was obvious they were locals. Tourists just aren’t welcome yet… even the outhouses nailed shut.
When we reached Whitefish Bay (Lake Superior) we found plenty of ice.
But we still found plenty of joy. Lori was sporting a moose shirt, hoping to find a live one, but all the moose crossings came up empty.
And in our lighthouse search, we skipped one when google maps sent us down a mud county road.
We debated going forward, but with no cell phone service, and the road looking worse and worse, we turned around. With a 4 wheel drive sure, but not in an Avalon. (Lighthouse pictures and stories to come in the next few days)
