The GPS informed Rooster and me that it would take us 4 hours and 38 minutes to travel to St, Ignace, Michigan. We put on some music and settled in for the long ride. A few things interrupted the pleasant trip. First, a deer ran in front of the semi traveling in front of us. The fast-moving vehicle threw the poor animal into the woods. The driver pulled over to assess the damage. This incident served as a warning for us to keep our eyes open. The second issue we encountered concerned the GPS on Rooster’s phone. We lost coverage the closer we traveled to the Upper Peninsula. Come with us on a day filled with travel and adventure.
Rooster and I saw this giant hot dog hovering in the air seconds before we crossed the Big Mac. I wonder what that was all about?
The most exciting part of a day filled with travel and adventure came when we crossed the Big Mac.
We stayed at the Moran Bay Motel for two days in St Ignace. The establishment is no frill but has the best view of Lake Huron. It sits on the top of a hill. You have to park at the button and pull your stuff up yourself. Rooster and I enjoyed our time there.
This is the part of the view we had on a day filled with travel and adventure.
The lighthouse and ferry launch are located right across the street. Rooster and I liked the idea of parking the car and walking. Everything we needed was located on the street.
Boats bobbed on the water across the street from the Moran Bay Motel.
Freddie served as the official welcoming committee at the Moran Bay Motel during a day filled with travel and adventure.
Rooster and I spent a relaxing evening on the porch, watching Freddie pace back forth. The gull expected us to provide his evening meal. (More about Freddie later.) Dave said he comes back every year. The guy that owns the motel keeps doughnuts for the bird. Rooster and i got hungry so we walked to get something to eat. Two old guys playing guitars serenaded us while we ate. The impression I got of St. Ignace is that it is a safe haven for old hippie’s. Rooster and I felt right at home.
We returned to the room and watched the ferries carry people to and from Mackinac Island. We would head there in the morning. Our tummy’s are full and we’re tired from traveling, so we decided to call it a night. Thus ended a day filled with travel and adventure.
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