The past few days have been rough. I came into Mackinaw City last Tuesday with a full head of steam and a smile on my face. The trail had been sweet and I was ahead of schedule. Just needed to grab my resupply box from the post office and I could cross the Mackinac Bridge to Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Unfortunately, my box wasn't there. No problem. I could just stealth camp outside of town and get my box the next day. Except it wasn't there then, either. Or the next day. Or the next day.
|Waiting forever to cross the Mackinac Bridge|
Mackinaw is a nice little town. At first. It's full of stores selling tee shirts and fudge to tourists. But after four days, I was just plain sick of it. And they were sick of me. Nearly everyone I interacted with had seen me walking up and down the sidewalks with my giant backpack. My spirits were low. I was fighting a horrible rash and I had a prescription for antibiotics but there's no pharmacy in Mackinaw. I seriously thought about quitting. Or at least coming home for a few days to heal and rest.
Finally, on Friday, my box had arrived (thanks Martha!). I crossed the bridge, got my
script filled and was feeling better. I even ran into Kay Kujawa and her husband. She's
the Chapter President of the Hiawatha Shore To Shore section of the North Country
Trail. They gave me maps and information that I really needed. Those folks work hard
maintaining their section of the trail and it was a pleasure to meet them and thank them