I need to nominate Flash (my scooter) for a medal. Rechecking the route into St Ignace this morning, I discovered that I’d misremembered the distance. It was really about 8 miles farther than I thought. Normally that’s not a big deal, but this time I actually had a deadline: one ferry each day detours under the Bridge, and I wanted to be on that one.

Fortunately I was almost ready to leave the campsite, so I got in the saddle, opened the throttle all the way, and didn’t let up. There were a few stop signs where I needed to turn, and I slowed down a little to make those, but let’s call those “rolling stops”.

This was a “don’t spare the horses” scenario, and Flash performed like a champ the whole way, even getting me a smidge above 40mph for a few stretches. I think it’s the new spark plug. We made it with literally no time to spare: I claimed my Internet-purchased ticket at the office, and the clerk walkie-talkied “one more” to the crew, so they wouldn’t pull the gangplank and cast off without me.

The ferry ride was pretty neat, getting to see the Bridge (and a bunch of sailboats) from an unusual perspective. No pictures taken with the phone (too hard to hold onto), just the good camera, so those will have to wait until I get home. Until then, here’s the fort I was warned not to fall off. 🙂

EDIT: Here are a couple pictures of the Bridge:

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