I thought happiness was Ontario in my rear view mirror

In fairness, but for inches of rain, temps in the 40s and a certain HoJo motel in Sault Ste Marie, Ontario was nice.
-'Forget circadian rhythms. From Thunder Bay to the Soo, life along the Trans-Canada highway is driven by the rhythms of Lake Superior.
   Out of smoked fish? There's still ice on the lake and our supplier can't get his boat in the water.
   Water sports? Well sure I know how to swim, but probably not this summer; there's still ice.
    I ran ore must be shipped off-shore, where converting it to steel is less expensive; that means shipping and thar means storms and winter affect work.
-- The drive from Nipigon to Sault Ste Marie us stunning. Sharply-colored rock strata. wildlife, towering cliffs, rivers, bogs, creeks, salt-free surf, spruce, birch, fog, sun.
-- In Wawa,ON a giant canada goose sculpture was erected decades ago. The thinking was the towering goose (30 feet tall) would draw tourists and the government would decide the new Trans Canada route should go through Wawa. It worked. The Tc runs within 50 yards of the goose.
-- Entered from the north, Sault Ste Marie is new, modern, bustling. Near the border, not so much. Think rust belt, dilapidated, dingy.
-- Avoid the Howard Johnson motel in the Soo. Bad understates it by many degrees.

So long, Ontario. Hello, Michigan.
-- The Mackinac bridge, in the rain and warnings in place  (20 mph for trucks and buses) is 5 miles of tense adventure on a motorcycle. Finished in 1957, the Big Mac is an engineering marvel, 200 feet above the water.
--Whitefish Point, as far north as you can go inMichigan, is home to a working lighthouse and the Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum.  The Bell recovered from the Edmund Fitzgerald is on display here. Fascinating, time-consuming stuff. It's a shame it's so darned far out there.
-- Harbor Springs, MI --north of the flashier Charlevoix --was built by rich industrialists when they sought and could afford to seek, relief from un-air conditioned summers in Cleveland, Detroit,  St. Louis, Cincinnati,  even Oklahoma City.  What a beautiful enclave. Even the marina is spotless.
--We can't say enough nice things about Mark and Connie Rosen. Friends from Kilgore, they own a cottage in Gaylord (first knuckle, second finger of the Michigan Mitt). The Rosens gave us dinner, a bed for two nights and a place to do our laundry.
Tomorrow, eastward for a return to Ontario, headed to Ottowa.
--Glad you're feeling better, Jerry Myers.