After the relief of getting our computer back had worn off, we had to deal with the unpleasant fact that we seem to be falling behind schedule. As loose as that word may seem for retired folk, we do have to get back before mid-September to take care of obligations. Because of this, we have decided that today will be a commute day, which means freeways most of the way.

As we had back down Interstate 75, we stopped at a pull off to take a picture of the Mackinac Bridge (photo 1). This was going to be the third time across that sucker in as many days. Heck, I'm getting used to riding on steel grates high above the water now. At the rest stop, we noticed some Canadian Geese also heading in the same direction we were (photo 2). At this time of year, to see so many geese this far north, we were wondering which one of them had left their computer in the motel and had to come back to Canada. I feel for these fellas.

Michigan is a nice state, mainly flat but heavily forested all along our route. So far, Michigan has to win the prize for the worst roads we've been on. While we did find some smooth sections, which we greatly appreciated, the bulk of the roads we took were bumpy and uneven. This makes for an uncomfortable ride, even on a Goldwing.

Having complained about the condition of the roads I should also note that the freeways were amazingly clear of truck traffic and, if you have to travel on freeways, these were not bad. It was our second time in Michigan, counting the day before yesterday, and we enjoyed the ride. We were averaging about 60+ mph and making good time. We finally turned east on I-26 and before the sun was in the late afternoon sky, we were at Port Huron. OK, I'm going to be honest here, since we were gong back into Canada anyway, we decided to go ahead and cross the river now and stay in Sarnia, Ontario, Canada tonight. Why, because it's cheaper. When you're spending every night in a motel, saying a few bucks on the Canadian exchange, starts to appeal to you.

Sarnia is a nice little city and after dinner we took a walk around the motel and down to the waterfront area. There was a private country club right behind the motel so I walked into the open gate and took some pictures of the grounds in the late afternoon sunlight (photos 3 & 4). There were a couple of ladies practicing their golf swings and I finished up and left. As Linda and I were walking over to the waterfront, a police car came rolling into the parking lot and over to the gate area where I had just been. I'm trying to keep an open mind here but it sure seemed like they were looking for someone.

As we meandered over to the waterfront area, I took some pictures of the goings on (photos 5 & 6) and about this time we heard someone doing a pretty good job of playing country music. Linda dragged me towards the sound and we spent an enjoyable evening listening to Borderline, a local country/western band (photos 7 & 8). It did seem a kinda funny hearing a local Canadian group belting out "Good ol" Rocky Top, Rocky Top Tennessee!"

It turned out to be a good day. We made good time and enjoyed the ride at the same time, and then finished the day listening to country music. What more could you want? Tomorrow Toronto.