We started off our morning by riding down to Suite Sault Marie on Canada's side towards the Bushplane Museum. On our way we stopped at a few tourist gift shops desperate to find something for our wives. We kind of failed on that job. Here we have been in Canada for six days and are now starting to look for gifts.
One of my favorite planes in this world is the Dehaviland Beaver, Sadly we weren't allowed in it.
I am pretty sure we were not supposed to open the door to the cockpit and sit in it but they should lock the doors.
Doug exits planes like a rock star.
From the Bushplane museum we headed across the border to Michigan. Crossing the border here is a large pain in the rear. We spent an hour on the bridge getting across. It was nice to be going slow at first because it gave us opportunity to enjoy the sites and snap some pictures.
After awhile it just got plain boring and we just wanted it over with.
Riding along I saw this coffee shop that advertised ice cream. I was craving ice cream so I pulled in. One of the best decisions on the trip. Best food hands down. She asked us what we wanted off the grill and literally went out on the front porch and fired up the grill to cook it. It truly was homemade food.
Random picture of my bike after I dumped it on a fire road.
This is one of the few lighthouses that you can go up in along the trip. Sadly the bussed in a lot of retires and we would have been waiting hours to get to the top.
Here is the abandoned airfield we found along the way.
The video quality is horrible, we mounted the camera on Doug's bike (being the fastest) but his mirror that we mounted it to was loose so the video shakes a lot.
Our campsite for the night. We rode all the way into Grand Marais to find a campground. As it turned out the we already passed the best spot 15 minutes prior to coming into Grand Marais and we ended up backtracking after an hour or so of digging around looking for sites.
Turned out to be a great place. There were only a couple of other campers in the there, we were camping right by a river, and plenty of free firewood to be taken... without permission.