Day 18- July 1, 2010

Happy July!!! I cannot belive it is here already. The weather called for sunny and favorable south winds. We made it around Little Presque Isle early this morning and continued our trek north. Of course you can see from the pics that we did have a little fun before take-off. Having nighttime temps in the high 30s will do that to people. Soon enough we rounded Thoneys Point and came upon a huge mansion at the tip of Garlic Point. Next we passed Saux Head Point and Granite Point. We stopped for lunch somewhere between Granite Point and Yellow Dog Point. While having lunch, the skies began to cloud over and started to look like rain. Being good paddlers we listened to the forcast again only this time they started calling for. A slight chance of rain in the extreme western upper Michigan. Still good.
Coming around Yellow Dog Point, we began to take note of a developing rain storm a few miles out. It was definately going to miss us but the clouds were amazing. Then I noticed some white caps...then a few more, and a few more. We braced as the wind picked up from behind us and created small steep one footers pushed us toward the steep cliffs ahead. Just about the time we were thinking we better hit the sand beach to our south...the wind and waves disappeared as quickly as they came.
Being as how we were close to Big Bay and it was still early, we paddled along. Coming around Big Bay Lighthouse, we could again see rain forming over the bay. This time we tucked in near the marina with intentions to leave once it let up. Well, one little rain shower led to another which led to another. Looking at the map we would have to trek at least 13 miles before being able to land. The Huron Mountain Club owned much of the shoreline and do not respond well to visitors. Since we had already put in 23.6 miles and it was coming on 4 pm we decided to set up shop here.
We set up our tent on the beach, ate with the sound of pitter patter of raindrops.
As the case may be, we are glad that we can rely on the forcast...right. Lake Superior makes her own weather. Perhaps she will play even nicer tomorrow.