Crossing the bridge over the Straits of Mackinac, which connect Lake Michigan and Lake Huron, the vastness of the water reminded me of being in the Navy. Looking in as far as you can see, from the turret to the horizon, beautiful blue water. The blue hue of the water started out a light blue, like faded jeans, and eventually turned into dark blue which looked like the Corsair paint scheme on a WWII aircraft.

Standing in the parking lot earlier in the morning, before we left, it was a fairly warm type of morning. But once we crossed over the Mackinac bridge it became apparent that leathers and longjohns were a good choice for the day.

The road we took after crossing the bridge bordered one of the Great Lakes and it was like being in a moving picture. I could feel the sun coming up over the trees, and the chill in the air could be seen. The sun touched my leather and it felt like a welcome guest embracing me. We rolled along this stretch of highway, riding in the shadows of the firs and pines. The morning was crisp, and the scent of the pines was a pleasant, clean smell.

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