Heading to Benton Lake

I woke early on the morning of May 8th, 2010. After brewing a pot of coffee I rechecked the weather forecast and it was even worse than before.

Rain with chances of snow and lows in the mid 20's. It was 34 degrees at 8:00 a.m. this morning with only a high of 40 degrees at mid-day.

The National Park at Benton Lake was about 12 miles away. It is a full service campground so I think I should be okay at this park. The NCTA map shows a campground, picnic area, a water source and a fishing pier.

I think I am more worried about the 10 day forecast than just today's. Most of the next ten days are forecast to be cold and wet.

Once again critical decisions need to be made. I had several choices to ponder.

1. I could stay put at the cabin
2. I could hike the twelve miles to Benton National Park and than try for a motel the next day
3. Throw in the towel and arrange for a ride home

Part of me wants to go home. I miss Diane. I need to deal with a few other family matters. My house and yard need some care. I want to get back to the Holly Nazarene Church.

Part of me wants to continue to Mackinac Bridge.

On Diane's previous visit we set the Memorial Weekend as my come home date. Once that day was set I started to get obsessed with making it to the bridge by then. I would have to average about 12 miles per day to make it. That would only give me a couple of short days and no days off to conserve energy. I was already starting to suffer because of the extra miles per day for the last 5 days.

Today would be pivotal in determining if I would have the stamina to go another 275 miles by Memorial day. The wet cold day yesterday took a lot out of me. My whole body hurts. What to do?

The "School House"

True to his word the NCTA representative had the door unlocked and I was able to enter the cabin. There were a lot of brochures and paraphinalia around about the NCTA and the trail itself.

When I entered the foyer I stripped off my pack, raingear and boots. The furnace was set to go on as soon as I moved the thermometer up a few degrees. They even had a couple of fruit cups and a bottle of beer for me. I scrounged up a little cheese and sausage snack and made a pot of coffee.

The furnace unit and blower was in the kitchen area and I was able to begin the drying out process of my clothes and equipment as I was snacking and making the coffee. I was pleased to be out of the wet cold.

Sometimes when you get chilled to the bone it seems impossible to get warm again. Even with my high tolerance for temperature extremes today's hike chilled me through and through. Drying out, a hot shower, clothes drying and put back on did little to warm me. Of course the heat and shelter kept me from getting worse.

I had a good signal so I was able to talk to Diane and work on this journal. I think I entered three days worth of my adventure that evening and the next morning. I was trying very hard to keep myself busy in an attempt to ignore my physical exhastion and the chill I could not shake.

My sleeping bag being damp was a major concern so I made a strong effort to dry it first and succeeded. I knew it would help me to warm up. A warm room and a sleeping bag zipped up should have done the trick and did seem to work nicely.

When everything was close to being dry and hanging near the furnace I put the sleeping bag on a folded table and went to sleep. I was comfortable this night.

The NCTA cabin is out there somewhere

This morning I woke up to cold temperatures, the threat of rain and a pivotal decision to be made.

My Diane had been in contact with the North Country Trail Association. They have a cabin about 14 miles from the campground I am staying at. They are willing to let me use the cabin for the night. Normally, I do not plan to walk more than 12 miles in a day.

The cabin, called the "School House", is located close to the trail and would give me a good starting point the following morning. It would leave me about 12 miles from the first of a chain of National Parks in the Manistee forest which would lead me eventually to the "Big Mac" bridge which has become more of an obsession as the quest continues.

The snag is the weather forecast. The ten day weather forecast starting today, Friday May 7th, has only two relatively nice days and the rest are to be wet with 4 days of potential thunderstorms including today. Adding to the problem, the temperatures are potentially dropping into the 20's at night. There is even snow and hail in the forecast.

I can handle cold and I can handle wet but when you put the two together with wind and a potential for snow you are setting the stage for hypothermia. This is bad enough with a team of hikers to look out for each other. One hiker alone in the woods could be risking death in such conditions.

My equipment is rated for comfort to lows of 25 degrees. This would allow for survival probably as low as 10 to 15 degrees. But how do you compensate for being wet with these type of temperatures. An insidious side of hypothermia is the sleepiness and disorientation that comes with it. Unless you stay extremely focused you may not even be aware that you are in trouble.

Experience has taught me that as long as you keep moving your body temperature will remain high enough to be comfortable and safe. When you stop to rest the cold sets in quickly as the wetness from your own sweat on the inside and the wetness from the rain on the outside double up with the breeze to quickly lower your core temperature.

My options are clear to me:

1) Pack and move on quickly before today's rain begins and get to the "school house" as quickly as possible. Allowing for necessary breaks that would take about six hours.

2) Stay put and at least have access to a heated shower building and restrooms. There are also restaurants within walking distance.

3) Walk away from the trail and go to a local motel and hole up for several days.

4) Call it quits and stay put until someone can bring me home.

I opted for the first choice. The cabin would be heated and my obsession of making it to "Big Mac" was still pushing me forward.

I put my clothing and my sleeping bag in a large plastic bag before putting it in my backpack. All of my equipment is water resistant, that is a long way from water proof in the type of weather I was facing.

It began to rain as soon as I finished packing. I took a deep breath and headed out of White Cloud and back to the trail. It is quite remote in this area and I knew I was on my own for several cold wet hours.

The weather forecast proved to be correct. Heavy rain, some thunder, moderate breeze and gray, gray, gray skies. I felt pretty good for the first ten miles.

The weather was so bad, the day was reduced to a test of my mettle. I could not see much as I had to carefully watch the trail so that I would not slip and fall injuring myself. The animals were hunkered down and the vistas were reduced by my impeded vision and the gray skies.

This was definitely not a tourist hike. The rain just kept on coming. Each time I stopped to rest I would become cold and even wetter. Rest times just kept becoming less often and shorter in duration. All I had learned to protect myself form exhaustion during the last 30 days was thrown out the window in order to maintain my body heat. Just keep moving.

Fear and doubt began to creep into my thinking as I kept plodding along. Around the twelve mile mark I just wanted it to be over. This twelve miles was already worse than the two record 17 mile days. I was cold to the bone and the cold brought an ache to my old bones that I could not simply ignore as I had been the rest of the journey.

The rain became a mist and I decided a change of clothes was necessary. The breeze was quickening and I was chilled and shivering. I stopped in a an opening in the woods and stripped naked. As I took off my clothes I would wring them out and hang them from branches of a small tree I was next too.

The wind, although chilling, began to dry my skin. While drying out I opened my pack and redressed with the clothes in the plastic bag. I then packed my wet clothes in the plastic bag. Now everything would be sopping wet shortly.

This activity did help. Dry clothes put on my now wind dried skin began to help me feel a bit warmer. Twelve miles down and a couple of more to go. With this break and being a little dryer, I was now more confident I would make it to the cabin and something to eat. Food was on my mind six hours and 12 miles after my small breakfast.

The rain intensified as soon as I restarted. Within fifteen minutes I was in worse shape than I was before I stopped. You simply can't stop in these type of situations. I was forced to gut it out. I eventually popped out on a little road which I thought would lead me to the "School House". The road was really a wide trail with an occasional trailer or cabin on the side. This was adding to my confusion.

I did not know what I was looking for exactly and when I approached 14 miles I started walking up to the cabins to check for any sign that I was in the right place or if indeed the cabin itself was what I was looking for.

Ironically, I found the address of a cabin on a foreclosure notice that was shoved in the door of one of the cabins I walked up to. At least I was on the right road but I could not tell from my map how far I still had to go. I also did not have a cell signal from this remote location.

Further down the road a car approached. I waved the driver over and at first it appeared he would not stop for me. He immediately pulled into a driveway and turned around about 100 feet in front of me. I felt like he was leaving me there with the potential to die.

After turning his car around he did wait. He was just getting his mail. It turned out that he was a ranger for the National Park system. He said that I had about an half mile to go and I would know it instantly when I saw it.

As bad as I felt, I must admit that a half mile seemed a far distance. I had already gone 14 wet miserable miles. At least now I knew the end was in sight. Heat, food, a warm shower, shelter and a cell signal all waited just down the road.

In the distance was the "School House". It was named that because it had been a one room school house. The Ranger was right. I would not have missed it.

On to White Cloud

Early morning carried the sound of the birds to my ears as I awoke in my tent in the National Parks primitive campsites by Twin Lakes.

Looking out the flap of the tent brought to my vision another beautiful day. I love it in the morning.

Today, May 6th, I would be heading to White Cloud. I was looking forward to staying in a small motel located on the far end of town. Bad weather was on the way and I wanted to hole up until it passed. One good decision made early on as I started this journey was to avoid getting caught in the woods or forest during a thunderstorm. Too much danger from falling branches or trees.

The scenery was beautiful as I packed and ate breakfast before leaving Twin Lakes. I had 13 miles to go today and I wanted to be on the move by 11:00 a.m. On the trail again.

The coastal wetlands of Michigan, located in the Manistee National Forest, was the location of the trail I would be following north for the next few days.

Back on the trail I crossed M-37 and continued my wetland journey. Some areas were quite wet and I had to cross several wobbly bridges and water crossings. I was a bit nervous as I did not want to hike wet and muddy.

A very large bird startled me as it ran down the trail. I got a good look, but I didn't recognize the species. It looked a lot like a Heron or a Sandhill Crane but the colors seemed to be off. The bird did not fly off but ran up the trail until he disappeared from my sight line. Later research has convinced me that it was the Crane. The Crane has more color in the Spring and turns more gray as Summer progresses.

I saw another eagle today and once again was amazed at the amazing distance this majestic bird can cover with such minimal effort. This eagle flew directly over my head so I got a good look and than with one beat of his wings he left my view again.

Yesterday, at the campground I had watched a good size Otter swim across the entire lake. I thought I was watching a log for a moment but clearly he had his own momentum. As he reached the point directly in front of me his head became clear.

Springtime is great in the woods. The thrilling sound of the birds, the pleasing odor of the various trees and bushes in full bloom and the visual beauty of the wildflowers created a collage that bombard my senses this beautiful day as I hiked the trail to White Cloud.

One line of thinking that crossed my mind several times during this quest is the unlikely circumstance that nature is an accident. It becomes abundantly clear that a greater power created the landscape of nature and man's ability to appreciate the awesome beauty and the terrible cruelty nature brings with her.

Along that same line of thinking it is apparent that the natural world was created for man's use, pleasure and survival. Man is designed for this world and to have dominion over it. God also called men to be good stewards of the earth and nature in general. It is horrible when man does it wrong and a thing of beauty when done correctly.

Later in the day I approached the town of White Cloud. I crossed the White River and passed the cemetery into town. I was able to rest at a small park that was a memorial to a town that had disappeared some years ago.

Fatigue had been my enemy for the last several miles so I was glad that I was approaching the town. As I was passing the High School a very helpful gentleman, who was repairing the roof of the sports field grand stands, called down to me. He asked me if I was hiking the trail and I told him I was. He pointed out that there was a campground just ahead and a Subway further down the road.

Fatigue and the pleasant surroundings changed my mind into staying at the campground instead of walking the extra mile and a half to the motel. Saving the distance today and than again tomorrow was more appealing than the security and relative comfort of a motel. I checked the weather and the thunderstorm on the horizon had been downgraded to a 90% chance of cold rain tomorrow.

My wife, Diane, was contacting the NCTA to reserve the cabin they own along the trail for tomorrow night. I made the decision to forge ahead instead of holing up for the next few days. I would likely be cold and wet tomorrow but the NCTA cabin would be waiting for me along the trail.

Some decisions don't work out as well as others.

From Croton to Manistee National Forest

Wednesday, May 5th, was a very special day on my adventure. The ever changing surroundings made for an interesting 13 plus mile hike in the western forested area of the beautiful state of Michigan.

Often on this quest, I have thought, that it seemed incongruous that the state of the State of Michigan could be at such odds with itself.

The trail has wound me through agriculture, woods, forests and small towns. The NCT has guided me through local, county, state and national parks and campgrounds. The NCT has clearly been crafted to show off the most positive aspects of the state including the people I have met.

Yet, I am always aware of the economic holocaust and despair that are just beyond my sight. It is a nice respite to be far from news and the doom and gloom of urban Michigan.

Today is special. I left the Alpine resort at 11:00 a.m. and headed past the small downtown area of Croton. An excellent view of the Croton Dam afforded itself and a sign explaining it's purpose was made available for those passing by.

This dam is On the Muskegon River and houses a power plant which generates electricity for this area and most of this part of Michigan including Muskegon.

The trail head was reached a little further down the road. As I left the over the road portion of the NCT I stepped into a pleasant wooded area. I said my good-byes to the picturesque town of Croton and headed into nature.

There was a sign-in log station set up at the trail head and the crazy hiker signed in and left his "card". Diane had been kind enough to make 40 cards for me which include my picture and website address.

I felt exhilarated walking the trail through the wooded area. This part of the trail is well maintained and heavily used. It is also very clean. Good job people of the Croton area.

Looking up I saw a lone eagle flying overhead. Not moving it's wings, he road the air currents at what seemed a lazy but ground eating pace. One or two beats of his powerful wings and he quickly passed from my sight. That alone would have made my day complete.

The trail is almost exclusively forested today and I was hurting my neck as I craned eagerly trying to see the tops of some of the old forest trees.

When they had logged this area more than 100 years before they had left singular trees standing. This was not necessarily a common practice as I had not encountered trees of this size before this point.

There were several areas of planted Red Pine which appeared to have been planted in the 30's or 40's. They were more developed than like plantings I have seen in the earlier days of hiking.

At one point I reached an area that was designated a "natural area". I am not sure why I was so surprised that Prickly Pear Cactus were so abundant in this area. I thought they were a desert plant.

My mood continued to be upbeat as I communed with nature and was pushing 10 miles. However, it was time to find this night's lodging. I was looking for a campground that was called "Twin Lakes" on my map.

Reaching Basswood Dr, I turned to the north as the map directed. The road/trail ran next to a railroad track. There are northern Michigan trailers and cabins, spaced just far enough apart that neighbors would not be a problem.

Close to two miles had been covered when I noticed a young couple coming in my direction. I had been following the tracks they had left on their way out for about an half a mile. Now they were on their return trip. I asked them if they knew of the "Twin Lakes" campground. They were not familiar with the name but I was informed that just up on the right there was a boat access ramp and a few campsites.

This information raised my confidence level as I trudged on. I still could find no campground even though the Larger Twin Lake had come and gone from my line of sight.

Now a decision had to be made. The trail cut to the west towards M-37. To my left the trail head and to my right the small road to what I thought was another cabin.

I chose the trail. It seemed likely I would find a sign or at least a store to ask directions when I reached M-37. Quicker than I expected, the highway was reached. Quite a ways to the north I saw a few businesses but I could not tell what they were. I walked north along the highway.

To my pleasure I was greeted by the Manistee Forest welcome sign. Just ahead was the corner of 40th street and M-37. Even though it was 6:00 p.m. a school bus was approaching a church parking lot. I saw a mother waiting in her car for her three children to return to her from the bus.

I hurried over to her car. Without startling her I got her attention. After enquiring about the campground she informed me that it was down the little dirt road just ahead. She told me it would be difficult to find and that she has camped there herself.

Thanking her I headed to the little road that turned out to be Basswood again. It became obvious that the last mile and a half of today's journey would wind up being a large circle.

Down Basswood I went expecting to find the sign for the campground every step of the way. No sign and now I was back at the same entrance to the trail that I had taken 30minutes earlier. The circle was complete.

This time I chose to go left on what I had earlier thought was a driveway to someone's summer retreat.

It turned out to be a small road leading down to the lake. Eight campsites and a boat ramp. The young couple had been accurate.

What is an extra mile and a half after packing twelve miles? A heck of a lot. But here I was at last and I was not disappointed.

The campground is a primitive National Park Campground. I would be the only one staying the night. I put up my tent and fished for about an hour until almost dark. Once again, no fish.

I slept well and a very rewarding day was received for my efforts.

Buffalo farm on the road to Croton

On to Croton

Diane dropped me off at my starting point 2 miles north of the Rouge. We kissed good bye and off she went. Another day's journey begins

The NCTA map shows the distance from the Rouge State Game Area to a resort cabin in Croton as a little over 20 miles. This was too far to go in one day so I had made arrangements with Rose, the Summer Director for the VFW Camp Trotter by Bills Lake, to spend an evening.

Imagine my surprise when after only 6 miles I had reached Bills Lake. That meant I only had 6 miles more to reach Croton. I would gain a whole day in my quest to reach the "Big Mac" bridge at the end of this leg of my journey.

On I went until I reached the Croton Dam. This dam supplies electricity to a fairly large area in western Michigan. I went down the steep path to get a better look. There was a very fit looking gentleman fishing the Muskegon River side of the dam. He was a serious fisherman. Unlike myself who is fish less after about 30 hours of half hearted trying so far on this adventure. Not only was this man physically fit and good looking, he appeared to be quite the athlete. He moved with grace and precision. You would not have guessed that both of his legs had been amputated, except he was wearing shorts and did not bother to hide the fact that both prosthesis are metal. That is something to respect.

The Alpine Resort is a group of cabins operated, maybe owned, by a gracious lady who made sure I had a nice cabin at a good price. I spent a comfortable evening before leaving Wednesday morning for the trails.

I traveled a total of 12.7 miles today.

I was very excited at the prospect of being in the woods for many days.

My gal is on her way

Sleeping was intermittent. I don't particulary like "commando camping" and I also was excited about spending the day with my wife.

I got off to an early start Monday, May 3rd with anticipation of Diane's arrival. I had about 5 plus miles to go to reach our agreed upon meeting spot. She had Amy come in early to run her business and she was leaving home around 8:15 a.m. I figured she had about a two and a half hour drive to reach me and I had a two and a half hour walk to reach her.

The last three miles of the Rouge was pleasant enough and the good weather this morning made for a pleasant hike.

I reached our agreed upon destination and called Diane. She was about fifteen minutes out so I rested in the grass at the intersection awaiting her arrival.

She had told me that she had the youngest three grand children on Saturday for the whole day and night. She was still feeling very tired as she had gotten little sleep on Saturday night and had to be up at 5:00 this morning to open the business.

Diane arrived and I joined her in the car. She was hesitant to kiss me with my woodsy odor and unkempt appearance. I was told that she would make up for it later after I showered and brushed my teeth.

My beard makes her almost as uncomfortable as does the length of my hair. I guess she isn't into the manly man look.

We stopped outside of Newaygo and had breakfast. The server told us about a local motel and after breakfast we went to the motel.

We arrived about 1:00 p.m. The clerk let us check in right away. I took a shower and began unpacking and preparing my gear for the laundry mat. Diane did give me a kiss before falling asleep by 1:30.

Not to complain but I do have to point out that I hiked 17 miles yesterday and over 5 today so I could be with her and watching her sleep was not what I had anticipated. At least there wasn't a McDonalds involved this time.

Diane got moving and laundry, re-supply and dinner filled the rest of the day. Well, part of it anyway. I went to sleep with a contented smile on my face.

Early in the day

Entering the Rogue

Here I sit in a well maintained roadside park north of Newaygo Michigan. I entered the Manistee National Forest and spent the night in a primitive campground. The campground is nestled near the shore of the Bigger Twin Lake. The Lesser Twin Lake is just a short walk from here.

I have been surrounded by some of the finest God's nature has to offer for the last two days as I traveled from Croton to where I am now. This is the first current entry I have put in this journal of my exploration of the North Country Trail.

My intention was not to talk trash about anything I encountered and only point out the best in the people I have met and of the areas I have gone through. Today's journal will have a different note. The trip through the Rouge Game Area hurt me in a personal way. I saw the ugly side of what happens when people disregard nature and are faithless stewards of our environment.

Two days after leaving the Rouge area I met a gentleman named Pat Loomis. He joined me for about 2 miles walking and riding his bike. He is a great guy who knows the area well. He lives near Croton, works in Fremont and travels the area extensively on his bike.

Pat and I discussed the Rouge Game Area and he told me he had been a volunteer with the NCTA and helped maintain the trail in that area a few years ago. I told him about my concerns and that I was uncomfortable writing about them. He told me I should because in some way it may bring attention to the problems and possibly help get something done.

Pat told me that area has had problems for years. Actions have been taken but not enforced and any help was needed.

Early Sunday morning May 2nd, I departed the Shady Lawn Cabins and joined the White Pine Trail. It was a rainy morning but by mid-afternoon the weather was supposed to be warm and humid. The weather people did get it right again. They are batting nearly perfect this entire hike.

I went south until I reached Cedar Springs and highway M-46. I knew there was a grocery store and a Big Boy on the corner shared with US-131. I stopped at the grocery and bought a few necessary supplies. I shopped light because my wife is meeting me tomorrow with my supply drop.

The Big Boy did not disappoint and I had the breakfast bar. I had a lot more fruit than normal including a whole banana as I figured my body needed actual nurishment by now.

Back on the road I headed west on M-46. I had put in 4 miles before reaching the BiG Boy and had around 6 more to go to reach Long Lake Park at the south end of the Rouge State Game Area. This was all over the road until I would reach Long Lake and be on the certified section of the NCT going through the Rouge.

I reached Long Lake Park around 3:00 p.m. I ate, rested and filled my water reserve as full as it would go. I had to go about 10 miles on this water including a night of "Commando Camping" in the north end of the Rouge.

It was my intention to go about a total of 17 miles today. There was one other time that I surpassed 17 miles when I had run out of water on my way to Yankee Spring's Deep Lake Campground. I had not planned on going more than 12 miles that particular day but no water can be a great motivator.

Diane coming tomorrow is another great motivator. She was intending to arrive around 10:30 a.m. and spend the whole day and night with me and then drop me back off the next morning. She was just as motivating as the water. I wanted to be there and waiting when she arrived so that no time would be wasted with her waiting for me. That meant covering seven more miles tonight and then 5 more in the morning.

I was very happy to finally be heading back into the woods after more than 40 miles of over the road style hiking.

The south side of the NCT located in the Rogue is poorly maintained. It looks like a major storm or a tornado touched down and devastated a large area of woods. The trail was impassable and no longer clearly marked. Some good soul had used pink ribbon to help guide hikers along the way. I thank that person.

This will happen and it would not be an adventure without this type of occurance but what happened next put a dark cloud on an otherwise okay day.

The Rouge State Game Area was mostly a garbage dump for nearly 3 miles. I cannot accurately describe the human devastation that has taken it's toll on what should be a nearly pristine environment. There was more than enough neglect, abuse, garbage and outright man made disaster to sadden anyone who even has a passing interest in environmental issues.

An absolute criminal behavior is being perpetrated on this State Land. I can tell that authorities have tried with little success to curtail some of the dumping taking place but it appears with poor results.

Plastic bags were decorating the trees in a way you would only expect to see by the worse maintained dump. Old newspaper flyers by the thousands, bundles of shingles, tires, old phone books and just garbage bags filled from locals using this area as their personal garbage disposal system.

I wish I had the words to appeal to this group of miscreants that would somehow change their behavior but my life's experience tells me that only the local sherrif has any chance of making an impact on these horrid practices. I can only hope that the state and local authorities are already on the case and that hundreds of volunteers will go in and try to right this wrong.

As I neared the northern third of the Rogue it did become more of what I had hoped it would be when I first entered. I hiked until 8:30 p.m., put up camp and tried to forget the horrific mess I had encountered earlier today.

After all, a good night's sleep and than I can spend the day with Diane.

Living the high life

Shady Lawn or bust

To the Shady Lawn Cabins

It was raining today, May 1st, when I left Rockford. I walked through a residential neighborhood on my way to the White Pine Trail. It was a short mile from the Colonial Motel I was starting from.

I made the decision not to follow the NCT connectors today for several reasons. The weather forecast called for rain off and on today and possibly a thunderstorm tonight. Even though it added about 5 miles to the overall trip it would break down my route to the next certified part of the North Country Trail into two smaller segments. I wanted food and shelter that I wasn't carrying on my back and I wanted to dry out my gear.

The White Pine Trail is a paved route that runs mostly north and south for about 100 miles. It is a converted railroad track. A lot of the old railroad lines are now being converted to multi-use trails. I think they are best for biking.

The section of the trail that runs through Rockford is very scenic and I enjoyed the first two miles that I followed the trail. After that it seemed no better than an over the road walk as houses were often on both sides of the trail or the trail was very close to Northland Avenue.

Four miles of hiking brought me to Rosie's Diner. The diner is on 14 mile Rd north of Rockford. It has a 50's theme and the food is good. I had a three-egg meat lovers omelet, fried potatoes, coffee and rye toast. Enough carbs to get me to the Shady Lawn about eight miles further up the road. The server's t-shirts read, "tip servers not cows."

I took Northland Drive the rest of the way to Cedar Springs and walked through their downtown area. It appeared to be another very nice town. The White Pine Trail ran very close to the road so I could have gone back to the trail but I decided to walk the road the rest of the way to Shady Lawn. I did not want to miss the motel after putting in a 12 mile day. I would be back tracking tomorrow and would use the trail then.

As the Shady Lawn came to view I could not stop smiling. The cabins were far smaller than my garage. The entire cabin could fit in my bedroom. The office was the residence of the manager so I knocked politely. She signed me in. Cash only.

With the key in my hand I went to my cabin. I unlocked the door and went in. Once again I started smiling. One step from the door was the bed. The bathroom door could only be opened part way because it hit the bed as well. I made a makeshift clothesline and hung my wet gear the best I could. Everything would not be dry in the morning.

Sleeping was not a problem.

On the way to Rockford