Day 14

All good things do come to an end unfortunately. It has been a great 2 weeks but it is time to go home. We decided not to use the mini-van approach to off loading all the "gear" . This time we drove the two RV's back home to Uplands Camp and unloaded them there. Two RV's in Uplands Camp ! We could feel the eyes of Helen the neighborhood watchdog on us from behind the curtains. We picked up the Beemer with Colleen driving and headed for the rental company in Richmond Indiana.

After returning the RV's it was BMW mode again. "Move over you slowpoke."

 

Day 13

Today was essentially a travel day as we pointed the RV's down I-75 and drove 240 miles to Wapakoneta camp ground, about 60 miles north of Dayton. As private camp grounds go, this is one of the best. Over some great wine It was time to reflect back over the two weeks. Great food, great locations and great company made for a great time. We agreed we should do it again. The North East beckons

Day12

Today we headed south, a long leg to Bay City and the state park that bear it's name.  We have cut the trip short by one day due to the weather. We had intended to spend a day on Mackinaw Island but the forecast was for rain and cold so we decided to move on. The weather man was right and we woke to heavy rain.  Good call.
This state park is probably the poorest we have encountered. The park is small with  corresponding sites. Our feeling is that it is used mainly by the local community and certainly does not have the allure of some of the big name parks we have visited on this trip. The ladies have done a marvelous grocery buying job and we are down to the last of many things, except of course beer where we have enough for another trip.
We will have an early morning tomorrow as we have the longest leg of trip.

Day 11

Today we travelled from Indian Lake to St Ignace, close to the Mackinaw Bridge that connects lower Michigan with the Upper Peninsular. After following the shores of Lake Michigan for most of the trip, this will be the last look before heading south to Ohio.

 Last night we compromised our meal quality by having a meal at nearby ...gasp!...Big Boy. We should have stuck to Pizza on the grill. That kid with the fancy hair does not quite cut it.

Day 10

This our second day at Indian Lake. Same place , different temperature. Yesterday we had 75 degree weather and today it is in the 50's. It was still a nice day for a long walk on the hiking trail and a good day for coffee from Colleen's Coffee Shop and reading that book that you have not had time for. Other than Peninsular over the weekend, this may be the busiest we have seen a park. Still plenty of space with large sites with your neighbors literally out of stone throwing range. I know. I tried.  

Day 9

Yesterday Faye was feeling Weak so We decided to go for a Walk and While on the Walk I  Wondered if I was Whistling Dixie about the camp site name that was actually Wandering Wheels. Oh Well, it was close.....and what were they Wandering about anyway?
Today we really extended ourselves by driving 50 miles to the next stop. It would have been less had I not  missed a sign for the park. My fellow travelers are Wondering about my Wandering!
Maybe not quite as nice ( our standards are very  high at this stage ) as the other State Parks we have visited but Indian Lake is still a really nice park. Late in the afternoon a cold front came through changing our walk to a run but not lasting long enough to spoil the barbeque.
 On the menu:
Grilled Tilapia, Wild Rice , Corn and Peas followed by Ice Creme and Coffee.
Wow!

Day 8

Just over the half way mark and still having fun. Today we headed north to the great town of Munising and then on to a private campground called Whistling Wheels. Where do these names come from ?. A wheel does not whistle. It squeaks, rumbles, wobbles. It does no whistle. After the State Park quality, the Whistle could not quite cut it. Perhaps it was its occupants. We had the thought that all the mosquitos in Michigan had come to welcome us to the Whistle. Instead of us whistling outside on our chairs, we cowered  inside the RV's
Later Faye and I unhooked the RV and took a trip into Munising to do some laundry, We walked into the laundromat with the outside temperature of about 75-80 degrees . We loaded up the washer, put the mandatory two thousand quarters in and headed to the nearby supermarket. As we exited the Laundromat we were blasted by cold air. The temperature had dropped 15-20 degrees in the short time we were inside.  Even the locals were amazed. The theory was a change in the wind direction over nearby Lake Superior or a sudden cold front. I of course had my own conspiracy. The wind caused by the flapping of 10 zillion  small wings.