It was actually another backwards day. I headed back east from Ispheming to first go to the Marquette Verizon store to try to set up a 4G Samsung Mifi so I can travel with my own wireless hotspot. It took two hours, but patience turned to success (and the Mifi enabled me to update my Grand Island posting from a few days ago with a photo and map this evening so check it out).
Once the Mifi was operational, Henry and I drove to the north side of Marquette to eat lunch sitting in Ecovision while parked at a marina.
The marina is in the shadow of enormous Presque Isle Power Plant built by Cleveland-Cliffs Iron Company. I learned that this one facility powers 90 percent of the Upper Peninsula’s electricity and 12 percent of Wisconsin’s. I wish I had photographed the gigantic pile of coal.
After lunch we headed north to the town of Big Bay. The drive takes about a 45 minutes from Marquette with some of the road shoulder-less and rolling. Probably not that noticeable when driving an automobile, but it kept me on my toes driving my RV.
Big Bay was having a Farmers Market and I bought cherry tomatoes and a huge blueberry muffin. I also bought a Powell Township tshirt with the proceeds going toward parks and recreation. I even met the artist.
In contrast to the gray and rainy day on Grand Island, as you can see today was clear blue sky and bright sun. In fact, I only saw one small puff of a cloud all afternoon.
From the town of Big Bay, I wanted to get to the Big Bay Lighthouse. I remembered how stunning Lake Superior was below the cliff the lighthouse rests on. The 100-year old lighthouse has been a bed and breakfast, although I’m not sure of its current status because when I was there two years ago it was for sale.
It showed signs of neglect, and the land has been subdivided into lots according to a drawing on a large for-sale sign. Ah, progress.
But for me the main event was, of course, the Big Lake Superior! I only snapped a few photos because it seemed like there was a private event breaking up.
Henry and I then headed back south to Marquette then turned west to Ispheming. I hooked the water and electric back up and even pulled out Henry’s rug and my chair. We both ate out there then I read Wild Shore—Greg Breining‘s book about kayaking around Lake Superior–while Henry dozed.
Then I put things away and Henry and I walked around the campground until the chill in the air chased me inside.
Tomorrow: Copper Harbor!