|After lunch, I explored Roger's City, where I found a couple of interesting
looking stores - one makes its own sausage, the other had smoked meats
- but didn't stop. The next lighthouse was 40 Mile Point, located about
6 miles north of Roger's City.
|40 Mile Point lighthouse has been turned into a bit more of an attraction.
In addition to the museum in the lighthouse & gift shop in another
building, Lighthouse Park includes a foghorn building, the pilot house
from a 90 year old freighter and an 1880s one room schoolhouse. After climbing
the tower (about 60 steps) I walked down to the shore to photograph a large
(perhaps 80' long) section of deck from an old shipwreck. Nowhere in the
complex, did they charge a fee or request donations.
40 Mile Point lighthouse (1896).
The current 4th Order Fresnel lens was installed in 1935
View from the lantern house
150' side section of the wooden steamer Joseph S. Fay which sank a
few hundred feet away in 1905
Forty Mile Point fog signal building
Pilot House from the 1912 steamer Calcite which was scrapped in 1961
Then back to Mackinaw so I could take my parents to supper. We drove
to Harbor Springs to The Pier, perhaps the nicest restaurant within 30
miles. We arrived early and had a great table along the water. Food was
very good. Mom & I had their seafood chowder. One of the best chowders
I have ever had. Mom had shrimp. Dad had salmon that he raved about. I
had a trio with a small piece of veal, a lamb chop and steak with blue
cheese. The steak was the best. Service was good. All the employees treated
as well. Our waiter was even patient while Dad spent what seemed like 5
minutes telling the waiter how wonderful my brother, sister-in-law and
I am. Mom gave me the look that said this wasn't unusual for Dad.
When we returned to Mackinaw, people were lining the streets. As we
drove along looking at the huge crowd, we remembered that there would be
a convoy of large trucks coming through town. This was the second year
that vehicles from a semi tractor show in Saint Ignace would be cross
the bridge after dark to circle through Mackinaw City.
Mom was still feeling good and wanted to see it, so we found a spot
to park where we could see them coming off the Bridge. We weren't sure
what time they would come, but after about 30 minutes I could hear air
horns sounding in the distance. There were over a hundred trucks, some
with custom paint jobs and chrome, others with lots of lights. As they
passed, children and (particularly) young women waved, jumped up and down
and gestured for the drivers to sound their horns. The watchers were really
excited. Mom enjoyed it and we pulled around to where we could watch them
on their way back to town so she could count how many there were. The pass
through town had bunch and separated the pack and we gave up after about
a hundred, though there were still trucks coming through town.