Lake Michigan & Lake Huron are separated by the Straits of Mackinac spanned by the Mackinac Bridge. Saint Ignace is the first city in the UP after you cross the bridge. We are now west of the bridge.
We spent yesterday at the Forest Service Brevort (Sometimes spelled with two o's) Lake campground just north of US Hwy 2 near Brevort. We stayed here a few years ago on our MI trip. Our site backed right up to the edge of the lake. There is a dump station and water fill here; that's what we needed. $9/day. The weather was grey with a misty rain most of the day. Gopher is an all-weather dog. Rain? snow? Doesn't matter to her. She found a tennis ball on the beach and was soaked to the skin after playing in the lake for an hour or so. Between raindrops, the three of us took walks through the campground.
The view of Brevort Lake from our campsite.
We woke up to another grey day. As best we can recall, this is only the third or forth such day on this trip. Two years ago when we were heading to MI, the rain started in Atlanta and didn't stop until we were in Ohio.
We continued heading west on US Hwy #2 with no particular goal in mind. Stopped at the City of Epoufette campground ($10/night) just to take a look. OK but nothing real special. Drove through the MI state forest campground of Hog Island. This was nice; well worth a stay. About half the sites backed up to Lake Michigan. The really great sites were taken so we continued west. As we approached Naubinway, I saw the town harbor just off the highway. Off we went to take a look. What a great find. This is where we'll be camping tonight. There is a bath house and a drinking water supply.
The harbor lighthouse.
There is an official NOAA weather station here.
The harbor area. Only one small boat.
In the morning we'll drive to Manistique to get gas & groceries before we head north to Lake Superior. We already have our special campsite picked out; discovered it two years ago.
Why people will pay from $30 to $50 night so they can have a view of the side of their neighbors RV escapes me.
A few hours ago, a fellow and his two dogs stopped by. He brings them down here each night after dinner for a nice run. He's about my age and is a commercial fisherman. One of the last in town. He said when he was a kid, fishing was the main industry around here. Not any more. We had a very interesting chat.
Our view at sunset
It's just us once again.