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The North Shore of Lake Superior won us over immediately. We were also happy to be out of hay-bale-land temporarily. The first place we stopped was Stony Point, the topic of a small featurette in Surfer Magazine a few issues back. The probability of catching surf here was very slim, we knew. It was summertime and the Lakes were sure to be flat, but we were California dreamers, nonetheless. Steve would've loved to tell the boys back home that he surfed the Great Lakes. We pulled up to the overlook with fingers crossed but the lake was in a calm slumber. Even though it was flat you could tell that if there was a storm that this place would be going off. It's set up to recieve some nice swells with the tons of points and rocky beaches.
Up the coast a ways, Steve found the "perfect spot" on the beach to camp out with the van. He pulled in and right away the van got stuck in the rocky mud. Luckily for me this situation qualified as a "blue" duty and therefore the oneous was on Steve to get us out of the mess. (Somewhere along this road trip we decided to split up responsibilities into "pink" and "blue" so we wouldn't fight over who does what. As old-fashioned as it may sound, it's been working out well for us.) So Steve took off his shirt and began digging. He dug this way and that. Got us out of one rut but we sank quickly into another. So again he dug. The whole episode lasted about four hours, but in the end the Hawaiian boy triumphed and was rewarded with the most comfortable seat in the house, er, van, and an ice cold refreshing Busch Lite...ahhh. Man - that shit just sucked! I couldn't believe how stuck we were. Luckily we found some wood and some old pieces of asphalt nearby to help get us out. The view was pretty cool though from where we were. A pretty place to get stuck. I first tried jacking up the van. I got the jack under the van and started cranking it up, when all of a sudden, the crank handle broke. I was pissed. The ground was so soft, but it wasn't like sand of mud it was like a bunch of loose golf ball size rocks. It was pretty tricky, but with alot of digging and the correct placement of those asphalt pieces, we were able to get the van out of there. WHEW!! There isn't much to tell about the North Shore (we like calling it that) because we didn't do much. We spent most of our balancing rocks and the like. It was just the pace we wanted. When we got to Chicago, we parked the Hulk and checked out the views from atop our wonderfully cheap Wal-Mart bikes. There's a super bike path along Lake Michigan that goes from one end of the city to the other. The pictures speak for themselves. The city is beautiful. I had to laugh, though, when this lady asked Steve to wipe some bird shit off the back of her work uniform and then she left him with the dirty kleenex. Just look at the pictures to see how i felt about it. We were both looking forward to seeing Niagara Falls but neither of us knew just how much water would be dropping off the ledges there. I mean, wow! The falls are on U.S. soil but the best views are from the Canadian side. Now we head East to New England |