Interlochen Michigan to Sudbury Ontario

It was dry this morning as we packed up and folded the camper. The only problem with camping at Interlochen is that the sand is pretty much everywhere. We waved goodbye and were on the road early, retracing our route home.

The Big Mac

The border crossing was easy. No line, so we rode right up to the booth. No ID requested. I declared three bottles of root beer. It was the best I could do. Welcome home.


Taken near Blind River, Ontario. 161,034 kilometers appears to be the true equivalent to 100,000 miles, but the 160,000 makes a nice, round number.

OK, it was dry almost all the way home. But, as we followed the by-pass around Sudbury, we knew we would get caught before we got home. Home, BTW, is under that black cloud. And we did.

All in all, it was an excellent weekend with fine companionship.

Interlochen Photos:

Mine

Scotty's

Tomcat's

Stewey's

Chuckster's

Lugnut's