December 26, 2011 5:46 AM PST
. . ...One of the places. ...Chili n I like to kick back. .....Copper Harbor..a tiny old copper mine town, at the very tip of the Upper Peninsula....
....if you wanna go any futher North. ...you,ll be swimming to Canada.
...Chili and I led a couple rides up there when we were active in a Valkyrie Club we belong to. She planned the first ride, and found this tiny
motel right on the shores of Lake Superior....the largest of the Great Lakes....the lake that swallowed up the Iron Ore ship ..Edmund Fitzgerald...whole.
Its an old mom n pop motel....been around since probably the 60,s. Our sliding glass back door opened up to our own private dock about 20 feet away on the waters edge. We,d sit out there in the morning....feeding the geese n ducks while nursing our first cup of coffee...before riding out to a home made breakfast of buttermilk blueberry pancakes...made with local wild Michigan blueberries....smoked bacon and eggs ..and real mayple syrup.
...The riding in the area all along the coast line is magnificent...lots of fine twisties that snake through the woods for miles and miles. And if ya go...ya just hafta stop at the tiny Bakery owned by local Monks. Every thing they offer is awesome...and huge...cinnamon buns as big as your head. And fresh white fish caught that day right off the coast for dinner.
...Got up one morning ....mug of hot steamin coffee in hand and wandered out back to breathe some fresh cool lake air and try and shake off the Captain Morgan from the night before......sun was just commin up....and there sat my Chili gurl...camera in hand....getting shots of it as it greeted the beginning of a new day.. .
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