Some say dreams
don’t come true,
I dare to differ
I say they do.
To float on a journey
To Chicago and beyond,
We left from Houghton
To cross the pond.
Several days later
We picked up my wife,
Her mother and gear
From Whitefish Point.
At Sault St Marie
Soon at the locks,
And down the St Marys
Then we did dock.
At Detour Village
On a ferry we went,
To Drummond island
A few hours were spent.
The ladies went home
But we spent the night,
Left for St Ignace
At the first light.
Under the big Mac
The next morning early,
On to Naubinway
The lake was real squirly.
Rocking and rolling
On big waves that day,
Loose gear scattering
About 5 footers I’d say.
Our next stop was shorter
Manistique we’d tie up ‘er.
Then go to a ball game
Followed by supper.
At Leo and Sarah’s
We spent the night
Then back to the boat
The weather looked right.
To push off with friends
Dawn and Chris from below
Who came from Grand Rapids
And wouldn’t you know:
We had a good time then
With trailing seas,
Wind and waves pushing
More than a breeze.
At Washington Island
We rode our bikes,
For many miles
A bit more than I liked.
Pedaling by fields
And up to a tower,
Passing lavender plants
It took several hours.
The next day protected
Inside of Green Bay,
Continuing south
For most of the day.
Down to the Sturgeon
A pretty big bay,
Into the town there
Two nights on the way.
Tomorrow at sunrise
We’ll get up to check
To see if the weather
Will allow us to trek.
On Friday I hope
To watch football again
So we need to get back
Some time before then.