"If My Lips Moved to Duluth..."

Monday, Day 20

Today my brother and I are getting behind the wheel for the first time on highways that are measured in miles instead of kilometres! We entered the USA again last night, crossing the International Bridge outlined in blue and red lights over the black waters of Sault Ste. Marie.

The clear waters of Lake Superior are perfect
for rock skipping contests.
Dad wins every time.

I actually forgot we were in the US this morning, until I saw “American Standard” on the hotel sink faucets and encountered sausage and gravy at the breakfast again. :) But here we are, back in town, taking turns driving on the maple-bushed highways of the Upper Peninsula between Lakes Michigan and Superior.



From History: the Upper Peninsula was actually given to Michigan as a consolation prize after the Toledo War, fought between Michigan and Ohio. Michigan gave up the city of Toledo, but became its own state and got the Peninsula. While then considered to be a worthless wasteland, the Upper Peninsula—rich in copper deposits and lakes scenery—is now esteemed to be a national natural gem.
 

"If my lips moved to Duluth, left a mess and took my tooth that'd be too bad. I'd be so sad."   

--Larry the Cucumber

                      




(This is Duluth, Minnesota)