73 Moving without pedaling

            Throughout the trip we have had checkpoints, certain areas that standout and entice us in different and unique ways. The first being Sandpoint Idaho,  followed by, Glacier National Park, Fargo North Dakota and Minneapolis. Reaching the next one today, we will be boarding the S.S Badger to take us across Lake Michigain. The four hour ride turns into 5 hours from the Eastern Time Zone, our final time change. We camped 25 miles away from Minitowoc, a quick hour and half ride brought us to the downtown of the lake city. We stopped at a local pub to pass the two hours in till the ferry left, choosing the first one we found we were surprised to be walking into the oldest house and bar in the whole town. Autographed pictures hung from the wall, all saying there thanks to the Stage Door, and how much they loved it. The Lady serving us was the second owner of the bar, which was built around the 1880's. Talking with her about the history of her building and our trip she turned on the news for us to watch as we enjoyed our Irish style beers. The weather channel instantly grabbed our attention as warnings of the east coast hurricane Irene was being brodcasted. As the  news anchor was urging everyone in the area to stay inside and away from the beach, we quietly thought about the different historic events that we have encountered or have happened on this trip, from the Williston oil boom, to the flooding in Minot and now the first time New York City has been evacuated from a Hurricane. At least we have a month for the coastal cities to repair and clean from the aftermath. Realizing that we have to make our boat, we road down the street and to the harbor. A huge boat in the far distance floated towards us as we eagerly waited to board. The constant questions about who we are where we are from and were we are going to a little to repetitive. With the cars unloading from the ferry we watched the works drive the cars out and then sprint back to drive another from the belly of the boat. Finally it was our turn. Stacking our bikes under a stair well, we climbed to the upper deck and waved bye to Wisconsin. Finding a quite room, some of us slept others updated their journals, and some grabbed drinks from the bar. Four hours latter we rode off the boat and entered our 7th state, Michigan. After dinner we headed for a campsite in town, the road turned off into a gravel road leading to a dark creepy forest. Following the trail we gave up and found a nice spot to set up where hopefully no one would harass us.