Bicycling in Michigan - June 2013 - Part 3

On the morning we left Paradise we had to retrace our steps 11 miles -- a fact that always aggravates me-- unreasonable but there it is.  I hadn't liked Route 123 to begin with and didn't like it any more on the rerun.  When we made a left turn toward Brimley, however, there was a subtle change in the road-- it seemed to curve and swoop attractively and I found myself much enjoying the ride.  Thus it went along until we reached Bay Mills, a community of Chippewa Indians where there is a resort and casino.  Most interesting to me, however, was the Indian Burial Gound.

We were mystified by the small "houses" scattered through the cemetery and it being obvious that they were too small for bodies, I wondered if they were for bones but with a little research I learned that they were spirit houses.  

We stopped for lunch at a restaurant in Brimley called "Willabee's" and having a friend named Willoughby I began to wonder how long it had taken from the name to evolve to that iconclastic spelling.  Once at home I took a look at U.S. census records.  I quickly found that there was only one family in Michigan named  "Willabee".  They were Willobee in 1940, Willabee in 1930, and variously Willoby, Willabee, Willobee and Willoughby in earlier census and marriage records.  One of the important lessons of genealogical research.  There is no wrong way to spell a surname.  

The end of the ride found us in a motel a few miles from the Soo Locks in Sault Ste. Marie.  There appeared the most wonderful dog-- a golden doodle named Wrigley.  I requested the dog to come, to sit and to stay and he obeyed without hesitation.  

The next morning we rode to breakfast at a place adjacent to the locks and after eating went off to explore.  The area was discouraging at first-- no bicycles allowed and a high fence that made viewing very difficult.  John discovered a special viewing area, however, and we went up to watch a huge ship pass upward through the lock from Lake Huron to Lake Michigan.

We were fortunate indeed to have come upon the locks at that time-- there was not another ship scheduled until noon and the Paul R. Tregurtha is the "Queen of the Great Lakes"; that is to say the largest ship operating. The museum showed a comparison between the ship and the Empire State Building, the ship being only a few feet shorter in length.  It was fascinating to watch "her" slowly steam into the lock, the door closing, the water rising and eventually to watch the ship pass through the upper gate.  

This is a picture of the empty lock.  

Our ride from Sault Ste. Marie to Cedarville was uneventful and unmemorable.  It was a gray day with intermittent light showers and we had a pretty decent lunch somewhere along the way.  The hotel in Cedarville was basically nice but undergoing new ownership and a rehab-- this meant that the ice machine and laundry machines were unavailable and the computer in the lounge was so old that it kept telling me to upgrade to a modern browser.  After a couple of futile attempts to get my email, I gave up.  Cedarville was one of the places we were to spend two nights, the suggested day trip being out to Detour Village.  Poor Detour!  It looked like it was ready for a party to which no one came; flags and flowers and no people or cars.  We speculated that the short high season for the area has not yet begun and that a week or two might bring some activity to town.  In any case, we had lunch and rode 24 miles back to Cedarville.  There was some nice scenery along the way, as the road went closer to the lake than many we had ridden on and we saw a log house that John coveted.  

To be continued (Part 4 ).

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