We made it to Beaver Island! We got to the ferry right on time for the 2:30 crossing. Martin and Yuri got in a little bit after us, and Martin had to run to make it onboard after dropping their car off at the shuttle lot. It was a beautiful crossing—lots of wind. We had fun trying to stand upright without holding on to anything. We walked like drunken sailors—most people were much more mature than we were, sitting it out. Oh well. We are desert-dwellers after all.
Our cabin is about 2 miles from the port. We are right on the lake and there are big windows in the living room so you can see the beautiful scenery just about everywhere in the house. There’s a large deck upstairs that we sit out on and enjoy the view and the weather. There’s 3 quasi-mountain bikes that we’ve ridden. It’s weird how the other half lives—I’m getting used to going 5 mph. If I was on my road bike, I think I would have gone insane in the first ten minutes.
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