It was about five hours from Duluth, Wisconsin to Copper Harbor, Michigan. The long hours roll by pretty quickly when the countryside is so beautiful.
I made my way through Wisconsin and into Michigan’s Northern Peninsula. That’s the part that isn’t shaped like a glove, but lies between lakes Michigan and Superior. The pointy bit.
Right out there at the end of the point, sticking out into the lake, is the quiet town of Copper Harbor. There’s not much to this place. In fact, I honestly think that the number of tourists in the Summer season likely triples the population of the town, which sits at or around 135.
There’s no cell service here, and I feel like the entire town probably shares one internet dish, because I was essentially cut off from the outside world for two days.
Maybe that’s not a bad thing.
Chet drove up from Chicago and met me to ride in town. After wrenching on the bikes and a hearty dinner, we paid for the day’s shuttle passes and headed to the top of the mountain for the first of six laps. We got to ride almost every inch of the Copper Harbor Trail System.
