Day 39 – Birch Run to Port Huron, Michigan

90 miles, 1033 feet climbed

Another pleasant day, weather wise. I am revoking my praise for Michigan road surfaces, however. Today’s were some of the worst on the tour and a greater percentage of the day’s ride than any other day I can recall. I do have the general impression that they were not as bad as in 2004, but that is the kind of faint praise that only a narcissist would spin positively. No new crops along the way but some good frozen custard not a a Culver’s at the turn south near Lake Huron (along with pizza, of all things, thus the name Pepperoni Cow). And my first Boston Cream doughnut at Tim Horton’s.

A couple of days ago we encountered a road crew applying crack sealant. It was hard not to ride over some of the fresh sealant. Some had it stuck to their tires and brake arms. I had very little but did have some tar left over from and earlier encounter with chip sealing on a road shoulder leaving Fond du Lac. Rob had thoughtfully purchased wipes preimpregnated with tar and other nasties remover and I joined the others in wiping down my tires, frame and brakes. I discovered this morning that I also got some of the solution on my rims. They made this clear the first time I applied my brakes with a loud screetching sound. That went away after a few stops but Rob suggested wiping the rims with rubbing alcohol, which I did at the mechanics session this evening.

They seem to mostly rely on mother nature for water but 3 or 4 times now I’ve seen somebody set up to give mother nature a helping hand.
Our second stop was at a Yale city park next to Mill Creek
Looking the other way
Blue house on blue Lake Huron
Looking at Sarnia, Canada, from the Ft. Gratiot Township’s very narrow public beach. I’m standing on the public beach shore but the sand and water craft you see are on private property next door.
The bridge to Canada. We will cross it as a group tomorrow morning.
An looking in the other direction (west)
From underneath the bridge. At this point, Lake Huron has become the St. Clair River. After passing by Detroit, it empties into Lake Erie.
A closer look at the underside of the bridge.