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.