Sunday, September 5, 2010

Great Loop Date: 09.01.2010 (Wednesday): Something’s Fishy in Leland…

Day 20: 473.3 miles (today: 34.9 miles in 2.25 hours at 19 mph)

Port #9

OB left Charlevoix City Marina at 11:30AM. Todd pushed the throttles forward and we took her up on plane again (I love it, I love it! And OB does too!). Today the waves were 3 to 4 foot again and would eventually grow to some 5 footers. We were again taking them mainly on the bow. Thank goodness for Rain X. It certainly helps the Captain see where OB is taking him (and the rest of the crew). The middle windshield wiper wasn’t tracking correctly crossing over into the portside windshield. Since it could catch the portside wiper and trap it, Todd decided not to use it. Something to add to the ‘To Do’ list while we’re in Leland. We already knew we’d be weathered in at Leland for a few days.
I tried letting Charlie come up with us in the pilothouse to see if it would ease his anxiety.  It didn't and he fogged up the windows with his panting, so back to the lower hallway he went.
We only saw one other power boat during our 2 hour 15 minute run to Leland. We were taking the waves much better than they were. Their bow pulpit was nearly pitchpoling in the water. That’s when the bow actually submerges in the waves. Pitchpoling deep enough can overtake a boat and the outcome isn’t desirable.

OB arrived in the little harbor of Leland Township Marina at 1:45PM. As we sterned into the dock, Ed from Sea Estate took my lines. They had already been here since Monday.

It's always fun to see familiar faces!  Left to right- Connie and Ed from Sea Estate, Joan and Jerry from N II Wishin.
Todd and I biked around Leland on Thursday. It’s a cute little town built around tourism. However, its’ history is in fishing. It is the home of Fish Town and everything revolves around this little village one block long on the Leland River.

Downtown looking south from the Post Office.

Downtown looking west from the Post Office.
Wonderful little park north of the Post Office.
And then there is Fishtown...the real attraction in Leland.

Fishtown is still and active fishing village.
















Fishtown also has lots of little boutique type shops amongst the memorabilia and the fishing boats of today.

Fishtown also has rentals where we saw this young boy enjoying his last dip at the end of summer vacation.












Here’s the story straight from the Preservation Society:

Fishtown is a collection of weathered fishing shanties, smokehouses, overhanging docks, fish tugs and charter boats along the Leland River in Leland, Michigan. For the past half-century it has been enjoyed and appreciated by thousands of visitors and regional residents who find the shanties, fish tugs and docks that make up the property a living legacy of our maritime culture.

Even fish tugs are like family in Fishtown. In 1958 Louis Steffens launched the newly built Janice Sue, which he named for his three-year old niece. Better able to endure ice and waves, steel-hulled tugs replaced hand-built wood tugs. The Janice Sue has since been owned by other Leland fishermen, including the Carlson family, but Leland has always been her home. The Joy, a trap-net tug, was launched in 1981. The Janice Sue and the Joy are Fishtown icons that were purchased by the Fishtown Preservation Society. In Leland’s historic Fishtown, today’s visitor can experience one of the few remaining commercial fishing complexes on the Great Lakes.

Carlson's still has a fish market that is the center of Fishtown.  They offer fresh and smoked fish as well home smoked beef and turkey jerky.  Todd really enjoyed the beef jerky.  I couldn't sell him on smoked or fresh fish.

As we’ve seen in the other towns, there are beautiful gardens and flowers everywhere.
I couldn't pass this shot up from the bridge over the Leland River.















This is what the bridge looked like.  I thought it was awesome!

Then we went further south down the main street and found this neat metal shop.
















I would have liked bringing froggie home but he was a little big.


















More of the metal sculptures.

I liked fishy too.

















A little farther down the street...the first fall colors appeared!




















The beautiful sunset ended an enjoyable day and thoughts of an early fall were erased until the next morning.
And so here is how the last 4 days have gone:
The rains and the wind started the afternoon of the second day.  We knew it was coming but the gales lasted for 4 days!
The waves grew to 15 feet and crashed over the 10 foot breakwall.  The winds were sustained at 30 to 35 knots with 40 knot gusts.  Our boats rocked wildly.
I added more lines and fenders.
OB was in a spider web of lines yet....
...she still managed to pull this dock post away from the dock.  And these uprights were BIG!
Hurricane Happy Hour among the eight stranded Loopers…daily.

So we who were held captive by the 4 day storm and did the best we could...we had Hurricane Parties every afternoon.
...while the storm raged outside!

And rage it did.!  We thought it would last forever!
Rain…waves 8 to 10 feet growing to 16 feet at night. Sustained winds of 30 to 35 knots with 40 to 45 knot gusts day and night. The surge in the harbor is horrible…and there are actually white caps on the waves in the harbor. Trust me, this harbor is not that big!

There was one very unhappy lake outside our breakwalls.
More rain…no internet access because there is no cell access here. Spotty WiFi from the marina office.


More rain…more Hurricane Happy Hours among the Loopers. Each afternoon we move to a different Looper boat, tour, drink, eat, visit…and hope that we might get out of here in the next day or two.

I really hoped this meant the gales were done....but they went on for one more night and day!
Todd and I spotted a strong rainbow last evening…and then more rain followed. The wind actually died down some during the night. At 7AM when I got up this morning, it was back. We watched the Manitou Island ferry leave with two to three dozen folks on board. It didn’t look like it would be fun…and we were glad we weren’t out there in those 5 to 6 footers. Now the forecast is for another front coming through tomorrow with gale warnings extending through Tuesday. We hope we aren’t here forever.

Oh yes, and Charlie…he’s happy to lie around and do nothing. As long as the engines aren’t running, he doesn’t care if there is internet or cell service. The constant rocking of the boat means nothing to him. I think I’ll throw him overboard…his happiness makes me depressed!

So today is Sunday...tomorrow is Labor Day.  The wind has stopped, the lake is so quiet tonight as I finish up this entry.  We have readied the boat and we are all going to try to escape our little confines of Leland.  Nothing against the town, but we really need to move on...TOMORROW at first light!



Great Loop Date: 08.31.2010 (Tuesday): Rush, Rush to Sweet Charlevoix…

Day 19: 438.3 miles (today: 56.2 miles in 3.5 hours at 19 mph)


Port #8
Todd came into the bedroom at 6:50AM and mentioned we might have a weather window to run to Charlevoix this morning if we took the boat up on plane. For those of you who aren’t boaters that means push the throttles forward and let OB run like she likes to run. I love to hear those engines run so I was out of bed, dressed, had the boat ready to go and was at the lines ready to cast off in less than an hour.

Charlie was confused figuring he had one more day of relaxing at the dock. I let him have the lower hallway today since we knew we’d be in 3 to 4 foot waves on the bow. He would be more comfortable in the lowest part of the boat.
Sunrise as we left Mac City...well, a little past sunrise but it was the first we saw it!
We cast off at 7:50AM and headed for the Mackinaw Bridge. The skies were mostly cloud covered and on this side of the bridge, winds were not bad.
Mackinaw Bridge...she's one BIG bridge.
I always love taking pictures under bridges.
After clearing the bridge, we were somewhat protected from the southwest winds until we made the turn to begin our trek south. Finally, we were heading in the right direction to get to Florida, sunshine and warm weather. Right now, however, we were sending waves over our bow.
This is one angry L. Michigan...but not so angry for us to move on.

 
That's a pretty stiff west wind.
Since we were up on plane, our ride was a little more comfortable than if we had been going trawler speed. Our trip time was shortened by 1/3rd as well. We arrived in Charlevoix, MI at 11:15AM. We also burned our share of diesel fuel, so we took OB to the fuel dock for a drink of her favorite beverage…

After fueling, the dockmaster sent us to a 45 foot slip. He assured Todd we could bring OB in bow first, which Todd really did want to do in this stiff wind. We got to the slip, brought the boat in bow first, secured her, I stepped off…and the bow was over the dock almost the full width of the dock! I looked at the dockmaster and he said he had a big orange fender he could put on the bow pulpit to keep folks from running headlong into it. We were in a slip midway down the dock…this just wasn’t going to work. So Todd started up the engines again, we pulled OB back out and Todd did an excellent job of sterning her in in the worst of conditions. Way to go, Captain. You cheated death AGAIN!

Who but who was our dockmate…Kolohe, the trawler owned by the couple from Hawaii. They LIVE! Actually, Bob’s wife flew back to Hawaii the day before. He is taking the boat to Muskegon for the winter and will fly back to Hawaii from there. I guess this is the last we will see of Kolohe.
Marina Office at Charlevoix City Marina
Marina at Charlevoix City Marina.  See those big fellas at the end of each dock?
Cracker Bay is one of those big boys...owned by the fella that developed The Villages in Florida.  I understand he lives 45 miles south of here.
Blue Star was at the end of our dock.  Don't know who owned it.
Charlevoix is such a pretty little town. The marina is conveniently located right downtown amidst shops and a nice grocery store. We replenished our stocks, walked around the marina admiring some huge yachts that made OB look like a minnow and settled in for an evening of wine and cheese on the flybridge. We were looking forward to at least the next 3 days or so here, not considering the upcoming Labor Day weekend.

This is what I learned about Charlevoix:

• Charlevoix is named after Pierre François Xavier de Charlevoix, a French explorer. It seems most of northern Michigan has a strong French influence.

• Charlevoix was permanently settled in the post-Civil War era. In the 1880s, Several professors from the University of Chicago formed the Chicago Club Summer Home association. It wasn't long before the city became known as a resort destination.

• Charlevoix was once a popular destination for many passenger liners.

• During Prohibition, Charlevoix became a popular place for gang members from the Chicago area.

• The City of Charlevoix suffered economically from the 1950s to the 1980s as the manufacturing base largely evaporated, the train lines to the city ceased operating, and the larger tourist hotels fell out of business.

• Charlevoix was home to Michigan's first nuclear power plant, Big Rock Point, which operated from 1962 to 1997.

• A major employer in the Charlevoix area has been the Medusa cement plant. It was bought out by Cemex, a transnational company from Mexico, and most recently sold to St Marys Cement Group. It was the first landmark we saw as we neared the entrance to Charlevoix.

• And last but not least, after the 1996 murder of JonBenét Ramsey, who spent her summers in Charlevoix and had won a pageant in the town, Charlevoix became a regular haven for tabloid photographers, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Ramsey family. John Ramsey, JonBenet's father and husband of the late Patsy Ramsey, still resides in Charlevoix.

Wednesday morning, Todd went to the dockmaster to pay for another day in the slip. The dockmaster told him he could stay Wednesday but would have to leave Thursday since all the slips had been reserved for incoming Labor Day boaters. Todd came back to the boat with the bad news, we looked at the incoming weather system, he called Leland Harbor and they had some slips available but don’t take reservations.

As much as we wanted to spend some time in Charlevoix looking for mushroom houses, we knew we needed to fight the waves once again to make headway. Todd got a refund of his dock fees and we were on our way once again.

Great Loop Date: 08.30.2010 (Monday): Some Family Time…

Day 18: 382.2 miles (today: 0 miles in 0 hours at 0 mph)


Port #7

Today my cousin Marilyn and her husband Don came to visit and see OB for the first time. Don just retired from LSSU (Lake Superior State University) in Sault St. Marie, MI. He was the women’s softball coach there for nearly ever, I think. I don’t have very many relatives left…5 to be exact. All cousins. Marilyn is the only family that I get to see and we both wish it were more often.

Todd and I had hoped to take OB up to the Soo to visit Marilyn and Don in their own back yard, since it is on the St. Mary River. However, time and weather has created a problem. They arrived early afternoon with Abbey, their Spaniel. Charlie was delighted someone that talks his language came to visit him.

Don, me and my cousin, Marilyn...love you both!
We gave Marilyn and Don (and Abbey) the grand tour, Todd and Don went over the electronics and I think they are both fit for duty now.

Capt. Todd, 1st Mate in Training - Abbey and Capt. Intern Don.

We had a wonderful visit and a fine dinner at Darrow’s, a Mac City family owned restaurant that has been around since the mid-1900s. They are known for their pies and anyone who knows me knows I generally check out dessert before I order dinner. This time I put in my order for Dutch Four Berry Pie before I ordered dinner. I was told they many times run out of pie before you get a chance to order it. Not this time! I ended up taking it back to the boat for a bedtime snack…and slept berry well, thank you.

 

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Great Loop Date: 08.29.2010 (Sunday): Third Time Was NOT a Charm…

Day 15: 382.2 miles (today: 0 miles in 0 hours at 0 mph)

*Warning: this is a long post because of the history of Fort Mackinac.  Should you want to shorten your reading time, you may want to come back to the italicized history later.  BTW, I was too busy to but together Tuesday's quiz.  There will be a pop quiz at a later date.


Todd and I woke smiling knowing this (and tomorrow) is a layover day! We are still tired from traveling two days in a row, long mileage in somewhat (but not very) uncomfortable waves and (for me) getting up before the sun. Charlie is pretty happy too, although his leap to the dock seems to require a little more concentration on his part.

Yesterday we checked with all the ferry lines going to Mackinac Island and decided Shepler’s was the easiest for us. It is less than half a mile from our boat. We took our Dahon Mariner bikes for transportation both to the ferry and on the island.

We were up and at Shepler’s by 8:45AM to take the 9AM ferry to Mackinac Island. The Sunday service at Trinity Episcopal Church was scheduled for 10:30AM. We had plenty of time to go to the Welcome Center and buy tickets for the tour of Fort Mackinac.

At the 2000 census, Mackinac Island had a permanent population of 523, some of which are parishioners at Trinity. These folks love their island and are excited to talk about the island that is NOT part of tourism.

The city includes all of Mackinac Island State Park. The park was first established as Mackinac National Park in 1875, which was the second national park established in the United States after Yellowstone National Park. Mackinac was transferred to state control and reorganized as Mackinac Island State Park in 1895 and was the first state park in Michigan.

A unique local ordinance prohibits the use of any motor vehicles on the island. The most common means of travel are foot, bicycle, or horseback. The horse part is not a pleasant thing. The whole island smells like an unkept stable. Todd and I were surprised the horses on the carriages (which far out number horseback riders) aren’t at the very least bagged!  We spent a lot of time dodging horse puckies.

Trinity Episcopal was just up the street from the Welcome Center…and I mean UP! Good grief, have I gotten out of shape. I really need to get back to running at least a few miles every day. Even with 5-speeds on our bikes, we had to walk them at least a quarter mile up the half mile incline to the church. We locked up our bikes and took note the entrance to the fort was right across the street…along another half mile incline! Obviously I’m a little too used to the subtle hills on South Bass Island.
See that incline in front on Trinity Episcopal Church?  That's only halfway up the hill!
Trinity Church was first organized as a parish in 1873. In its early years, services were held in Fort Mackinac. The present building was erected in 1882, and much of the labor to build it was donated by soldiers at the fort.  The folks at church were friendly and thought it interesting that our church in Findlay is Trinity Episcopal as well. The priest this morning was Rev. Ron Smith from Austin, TX who is a summer resident on the island.


We were invited to coffee hour in the Parish Hall after the service where we retold our adventure quite a few times to interested local folks as well as summer boaters. Todd and I thanked all for their hospitality and left for our next climb to the fort. Golly where did they find these hills!
This is the NEXT hill...up to the fort!  See Trinity way down at the bottom?
Once in the fort, we were greeted by a cannon burst that nearly sent us back down the steps. A young soldier dressed in parade attire marched by us with a group of 2 to 3 dozen folks following behind like a squad of ducklings. He was sweating bullets in the increasingly hot day. The young Sergeant proudly encouraged us to fall in line for a short walking tour of the fort.

This young man was an excellent speaker and story teller. He related the history of the fort in such a way to keep everyone’s attention. During his story, he walked our little crowd through the parade grounds which was about the size of a football field.

The parade grounds at Ft. Mackinac
Fort Mackinac was a military outpost garrisoned from the late 18th century to the late 19th century. Before 1763, the French had controlled the Straits of Mackinac by the similarly named Fort Michilimackinac on the mainland on the south shore of the passage, where Mackinaw City is now located. The fort became the main trade depot of the upper Great Lakes fur trade. The fort functioned as both a military post and a civilian community. After the 1763 Treaty of Paris, the British occupied the French fort but deemed the wooden structure too difficult to defend.


By 1776 the American Revolution was underway. During 1780-1781, Patrick Sinclair, the lieutenant governor of Michilimackinac moved most of the fort building by building, piece by piece over the frozen Huron waters to the limestone bluffs of Mackinac Island. The British held the outpost throughout the war. After the 1783 Treaty of Paris, the States weren’t in any big hurry to take the fort back and the British did not relinquish the fort to the United States until 1796.
Barracks, Post Bathhouse, Quartermaster's Storehouse and Post Headquarters (clockwise from the left).  Three of the five buildings moved across the frozen lake are pictured here.  The Storehouse was built after the move, along with the other 6 buildings and three Blockhouses.
It later became the scene of two strategic battles for control of the Great Lakes during the War of 1812. Under the cover of darkness, a 300-man force of British soldiers and Native American allies embarked from Fort St. Joseph (located on St. Joseph’s Island, at the mouth of the St. Mary’s River) and landed on the north shore of Mackinac Island. They dragged their cannon to the high ground behind the fort, took positions in the woods and prepared to attack. The 30 American soldiers completely surprised and outnumbered by the British invasion. They quickly surrendered without a fight following a single warning shot by the British. This was the first land engagement of the War of 1812 in the United States. British troops garrisoned the fort and built a new fortification, named Fort George (later renamed Fort Holmes) at the highest point on the island to act as defense on the weak north side.


Two years later American soldiers tried to recapture Fort Mackinac. They tried invading from the north, as the British had previously done. They were met by British soldiers at the center of the island. The Americans were badly defeated in the only battle ever fought on Mackinac Island. Following that battle, the Americans tried to establish a blockade in the harbor with two American vessels. The British invaded and overpowered the first vessel during the night, raised a flag the next morning, beckoning the second vessel to come alongside and overtook it without a shot.


SO, the U.S. actually lost THREE times in trying to establish control of Fort Mackinac! The young storyteller said by December 1814 the war was over. American peace negotiators accomplished what their troops failed to do, as the Treaty of Ghent restored the island and Fort Mackinac to the United States.

During most of the 19th century, it served as an outpost of the United States Army. Closed in 1895, the fort is now a National Historic Landmark.

Following the Sergeants’ history lesson, we walked to the porch of the fort’s barracks and watched him and his ‘command’ perform a rifle demonstration. He educated us on the rifles used during the late 1700s and early 1800s. After this demonstration, Todd and I began the walking tour of the fort.
We went through all 13 buildings filled with displays. Unfortunately (and I’m sure in Todd’s plan), I totally forgot to go back to the shop in the barracks to snoop around for something to buy. Of course, I’d already managed to get a t-shirt and cap combo at the Welcome Center (which does support the upkeep of the fort!). I had forgotten to bring a cap and the sun was shining in a cloudless sky, so I really did need the cap.
North Blockhouse and Guardhouse
View from the North Blockhouse. The fort was only protected on the North and West sides before the first invasion.
Todd and I decided to eat lunch at the fort. The dining area was nicely situated so we could look out over the landscape and Lake Huron. The food was good and reasonably priced.

View from the outdoor cafe.  That's Todd at the far right.
After lunch, we walked DOWN to our bikes. I’m fairly bad at directions so I gave Todd the island map. We decided to find the bike trail and navigate some of the other historic features on Mackinac Island. First we wanted to see the back of the fort where the British attacked in the first take over. That required another uphill adventure of more than a half mile. I figured if my heart didn’t give out on this one, I was good for at least 30 more marathons in the future!

The back of the fort was non-descript. Past the fort we easily found the bike trail. It wound mostly down through a well forested area. As a matter of fact, almost all of our bike time was on trail or road through lush forest. It was totally refreshing on a fairly hot day.

First we saw Arch Rock.


Then we came upon a huge limestone formation we thought was Skull Cave…

The front didn't look like a skull...

...so we went around the back and maybe...with a stretch of the imagination...a skull?
…but it wasn’t.
THIS was skull cave!
And this is WHY it's called Skull Cave.
After that we went past the Catholic Cemetery, followed by the Post Cemetery and the Protestant Cemetery.

Post Cemetery
I would have liked tromping around in the cemeteries but time was passing us by and we wanted to get back to the boat in Mackinaw City before 6PM if we could.

We wound our way around to the battlefield located on Wawashkamo Golf Course. I figured all our golfing friends would want to play 9-holes on this one. It does seem a little unfair to dig cleats into bloodied hallowed ground, but we did manage to screw up our attempts to keep Mackinac Island three times. Maybe a hole in one or an eagle here would help even things up a little.


Battlefield where the American soldiers tried to attack the North side of the fort in 1814 and were soundly defeated...since the Brits had successfully used this approach in 1812 and, of course, had this side of the fort under surveillance.
Following the Annex Road back to the south, we came upon the sight to behold on Mackinac Island…te Grand Hotel!

Mackinac Island is home to the famed Grand Hotel, where the 1980 movie ‘Somewhere in Time’ was filmed. Whenever you see pictures of Mackinac, the Grand is the first picture you see and the first thing you hear about…not the fort, which eventually brought the island back to the U.S….and certainly not because we won any hard fought battle.
The Grand Hotel.


Grounds in front of the Grand Hotel.  The grounds were not as immense as I had imagined them to be.

The flower gardens were AWESOME!
WOW! I’m jealous now! Our neighbors are staying there in September for a few days. Lyn mentioned in a message they have come to Mackinac almost annually and this has been on her bucket list for years. I want you to know, Lyn, I understand! Maybe I can talk Todd into an adventure there on our 50th Wedding Anniversary in 10 years. Take lots of pictures!






Just down the street, we had to do the fudge thing.

I didn't need it but I HAD to do it!  It's part of being on Mackinac Island.
Then we headed straight for the ferry and back to our boat. We were bushed but totally amazed with all that we learned and saw on Mackinac Island. We’ve decided we need to do a Great Lakes Loop when we finish this adventure. The next time, we will stay at the docks on Mackinac Island for at least 3 or 4 days. We have only scratched the surface there. And the parishioners at the church said we would see a different island in the evening after all the tourists leave.