Grand Island lies in Lake Superior, just north of Munising. It’s part of the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. Part of our grand plan for this trip was to take our mountain bikes to the Island, and ride the miles of roads and trails there.
Easy to get there – a $10 passenger fee, plus $5 for each bike got us a seat on the six-person pontoon ferry at 9am. Ten minutes later we were deposited on the shore with the warning that return ferries were at 12:30 and 3:30. Period. Don’t be late.
We anticipated a pleasant gravel-road riding day. What could go wrong on “carriage roads”?The two-track road, or trail around the Island perimeter had suffered a lot of damage in the same storm we experienced in Tahquamenon. Some of the “carriage roads” must have been raging torrents of water and debris. There were deep gullies cut into many of the Trails, banked on either side by equally deep pockets of black mud. I would describe my ride this way…..Pleasant – 86%. Worrisome, needs lots of concentration – 10%. The remaining 4% falls into the category of OMG! I’m gonna die!
So, off we go…..
Up and down. Many of the turnouts are right on the shore. Small campsites for hikers dot the Trail. Several sections involved climing up steep, rocky paths with wet sand impeding our tires grip. The deep puddles? We avoided the ones we could, walked around a few, and the others?…..Well, picture me pedaling hard, bogging down in the mud. Eyes bulging. Hoping to be able to rotate the pedals that last turn which would enable me to escape an unpleasant dive into the mud. Ahhhhh – success! At one point, we came to downed tree, totally blocking our path. “Stand back”, announced John. “I’m going to bunny hop this”. By the I picked myself up off the ground laughing, he had already started to lift our bikes over the obstacle.
It’s so beautiful. We stopped at every turnout, and even devised a few viewing spots of our own. The hardwoods are just beginning to smudge with color – we would catch a glimpse of yellow birch, and a flash of bright red maple here and there.
We found a great spot for lunch.We were starved, having worn off our breakfast oatmeal several miles back. I had packed turkey/swiss/pesto sandwiches, apples, and the last of some hummus and crackers we’ve been savoring on our trip. Imagine my horror when I opened my pannier and found that the hummus contained had opened up and disgorged about a cup of sticky, gooey spread all over everything! The inside of my pannier looked like a diaper horror! If you know me, you’ll understand the brief, unhappy conversation I had with myself about my packing skills.
We spent about five hours cycling around. We ran into the Ohio couple we came over on the ferry with several times. Dave was an experienced cyclist who had borrowed his dad’s Walmart, flat-pedal Huffy for the trip to Michigan. He gave that bike the ride of its life, I’m sure. Everytime we saw them, they were all smiles.
We ran across a few kayakers taking a breather on the west edge of the Island.A waterfall runs right down to the beach. Scenic views abound.Although a few private residences remain on the Island, most buildings are now owned by the Park Service.How about this nifty outdoor shower?Lots of the miles were flat and easy.The upshot? If you get the chance – GO! Bikes can be rented on the Island, or you can bring your own. Or, what the heck – take a hike. Just take the time and go.