Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Seven, Pyramids, Powerlines and Endless Sunshine

The next day was yet another sunny, gorgeous day, though the wind was picking up. Marty and I explored some of the highlights of The Sleeping Bear Dunes State Park. This is the teaser view from Pyramid Point Dunes. We are hundreds of feet above Lake Michigan.
Breathtaking!

Birch trees are not too common in northeast Ohio, but are plentiful in northern Michigan. I love the texture of the bark.
Ah, another typical view, this time of the Michigan state shrub; Poison Ivy. It was everywhere. This is just off the sandy path. It should be noted that we are still hundreds of feet up- this sandy path is actually the top of a massive sand dune. Marty found an intriguing wiggly line on his map- that usually means a hill or two. We were not to be let down, we climbed this wiggly line to the top, despite it narrowing and steepening and degrading into little more than a gravelly, sandy 4-wheeler track. As always, the reward at the top; LUNCH and a spectacular view! Those are the Sleeping Bear Dunes in the distance.

This the delightful sandy trail that wound its way along the top of this high ridge that we rode after lunch.

The laid-back, mellow vacation mood has finally enveloped us.


A dockside nap beckons. Glen Lake was as clear as it was picturesque.
I didn't resist the urge to nap, though Marty chose to stand and soak up some rays and views. Neither of us knew yet of the ice cream stand just around our next bend. "Laker Shakes" was its name and not deliberately a play on Cleveland's Shaker Lakes, but I was amused anyway and mentally repeated both names in sort of a jump rope rhyme rhythm as pedalled up the next few hills.

Six, Forecast: clear and sunny

The scenery on the Leelenau Peninsula was magnificent. Whadda view!
And not just this road!
Just outside of Glen Arbor and The Sleeping bear National Park.



Cherry orchards

Winery and vineyard.

Our lunch spot overlooking Leland's fishtown.


Fishtown.
Air mail!


The next day was a beautiful as the previous was grim.
We were to ride back down the peninsula to the famous Sleeping Bear Dunes.
Along the way, we were rewarded with one bucolic view after another, more homegrown whimsy and a delicious sandwich lunch overlooking Leland's Fishtown waterfall.

We enjoyed just about all that's good about bicycle-touring that day, from natural beauty to quaint tourist towns.

Monday, June 4, 2007

Five, Pierce Stocking trail

Pierce Stocking was the name of an early 20th century lumberman who was eager to have others share his appreciation for the grandeur of the Sleeping Bear Dunes. So, he built this bicycle-friendly 7ish mile loop road that skirted the edges of the dunes. There were many places to stop and 'be at one' with the dramatic vistas.
Lake and Dune advance and retreat as if in an ancient Tango competition, accompanied by the undulating ryhthms of the wind .

We were treated to the kind of sky/sun/cloud dance that Hollywood can only dream of duplicating on a movie screen. Lake Michigan shimmered, lustrous under sinewey layers of clouds and a bleached lemon sun.

Four, The locals talked about this storm for days

Abundant wisteriaMetal sculptures

Once we conquered the Old Mission Peninsula, it was time to tackle the neighboring, much more expansive Leelanau Peninsula the next day. The scenery was yet-again top notch; more cozy vacation homes studding the shores of the glittering azure surface of Lake Leelanau. Many sported lush gardens, but this wisteria was a standout. This humble blue farmhouse made a neat backdrop for some home-made bling. A frustrated but romantic metal sculptor lived there, undoubtedly.



Did I mention that storms with heavy rainfall were forecast? Undaunted, we rode and found more Michigan mirth. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, it's time to wash your hair!"



The skies darkened.
The skies opened finally and we rode through a frog-choker of a downpour. It got chilly. My gore-tex rain jacket and pants leaked. I had to do something to distract myself so I found temporary refuge under a post office awning and hammed it up for my camera.


Then this artfully ruined, time-and-weather ravaged barn helped oddly to lift my spirits. If it could withstand the elements and still look compelling, then dangit, so could I.

Next stop: dry-ISH tent at Leelanau State Park Campground at the very tip of the peninsula.

The rain stopped, but the waves crashed all night on the nearby beach.

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Three, Livin' Large



The Old Mission Peninsula is one of those beautiful places on earth. It is populated by many vacationers and their fancy but tasteful get-away-from-it-all second homes, rolling hills offering views of the peaceful bay, endless cherry orchards, wineries and vineyards and a whole lotta history. Above is a photo of the biggest, baddest house we saw (still under construction) with probably one of the best views on the peninsula. This was not typical. It was an interesting, train-wreck of a house; as if the owners commissioned the builders to "Give us one of everything!"

I did not dislike it.


This little shack above, however, was more typical.

Two, The Old Mission Peninsula

Keep the chicks cheery with colorful coop cartoons!
A unique boat
This farm was as advertised; that is, on a dirt road.




It did not take me long to realize that the habitants of this peninsula, indeed the whole area, had a lighthearted sense of humor expressed through their yard and house decoration. They did this by way of (top to bottom) gaily painted henhouses, whimsical boats, barn roof signs, front yard hoe-down mannequin installation and state-shaped stepping stones. This was to be the theme for the entire trip. Marty got a kick out of this!


And what's a bike trip without a chocolate ice cream cone from the too-cute-for-words general store?