He traveled with a buddy by boat and they landed at Fort Detroit. They hired a couple of Indians and rented a couple of horses. Their goal was to travel up the Indian trail that would lead them to Saginaw Bay. It would take them one week up and one week back.
The first night they stopped on the shore of a lake. He and his friend learned how to sleep within the evening fog of mosquitoes by wrapping themselves like the Indians did where the last part of the blanket would cover their heads encasing their entire body.
When he woke up in the morning he walked to the tree line of the lake and he watched deer and other animals drinking from the water. He said that it struck him all of a sudden that he was looking at a wilderness that would one day be civilized and many people moving in and taming it.
They traveled up what in Michigan is called the Dixie highway which crosses the Flint and Cass rivers before making its way to Saginaw Bay.
I retraced his trip beginning at Fort Detroit and stood on the bank of Loon Lake, and I crossed the Flint and Cass rivers.
It was a good trip.
“I retraced his trip beginning at Fort Detroit and stood on the bank of Loon Lake, and I crossed the Flint and Cass rivers.
It was a good trip.”
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What an incredible experience,good for you.
I’ve never been to Michigan——and from everything that I’ve heard it sounds beautiful.
A son-in-law is determined to get to Mackinac Island some day,and I’m sure that he will.
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