posted 07-07-2008 09:36 AM ET (US)
On the 4th of July we had an extra day or two off for the holidays, so we decided to take a mini-cruise as a shakedown for more adventurous ones to come later in the summer. For many years we have been hauling the boat up to northern Michigan, to Leelanau or Mackinaw, but the price of gasoline and bad memories of terrible traffic delays on the 4th due to road construction made us look for a closer destination. We chose Port Austin.For those of you not familiar with Michigan and its many ports, Port Austin is located at the tip of the thumb. Hold up you right hand, with the palm facing you. Stare at the tip of your thumb. Now move 1/16-inch to the left, and that's where Port Austin is located.
The only roads leading to Port Austin are blue highways, that is, on the highway map they're shown in blue, denoting their secondary status. There are no Interstate Highways that even come close. The shortest route is to take M-53, which begins in Detroit and run straight north, more or less, all the way to Port Austin.
In the suburban Detroit area, M-53 is a multi-lane divided highway, with occasional stretches of limited access highway for a few miles as it bypasses one or two large towns. But once out of the urban sprawl, M-53 becomes an old fashioned two-lane highway. It goes right through the center of little towns like Almont, Marlette, Imlay City, and Bad Axe--all places we had heard of but never visited. On Friday, the 4th of July, traffic was very light. We hardly saw another car. We drove north at a leisurely 55-MPH, passing through the fertile farmland of Michigan's thumb.
We got a very late start on the trip, as we had not really made any preparations for it. We spent the morning on Friday packing and preparing, and then had lunch. We did not get on the road until 1:30 p.m.--a very late start if heading far north, but just fine for our short 120-mile trip to Port Austin.
We rolled into Port Austin around 4:30 p.m., and we were surprised to find the little town was packed with people and cars. The 4th of July parade had just ended. M-53 terminates, literally, at the boat launching ramp. We bought a $24 Michigan DNR launch ramp and parking permit (good all year any ramp), and dropped the boat in.
Chris had made reservations by calling the Marina--good thing, too, as we got the last slip! The charge was only $24 per night. We went for a short boat ride, then settled into our slip for the evening. We walked to dinner at a bar in town--a block away--and returned to watch the fireworks. The little town put on an excellent display, launched from the very end of the big breakwater pier. Port Austin's harbor is encased by two very large breakwalls. It needs them to avoid getting pounded by storms which could roll down the length of Lake Huron from the northeast or come across Saginaw Bay from the northwest.
Saturday we went for a 50-mile boat ride, running eastward and exploring the rather shoal and rocky coastline. The sea state was perfect, just a light chop to help the boat get some air under it on plane. We came back in the late afternoon, tidied up, and went to dinner at THE BANK 1884. It is a nice restaurant built into an old bank building. We ate there 21 years ago when we cruised by in our sailboat. The food was still good.
Sunday we went for another 50-mile boat ride, this time running west and down the coast to Caseville, the next harbor. Caseville is a real boating town. A long breakwall pier to the north protects a dredged channel that leads from the lake to a river entrance. Along the river both banks are filled with docks and boats. We explored the river up to the limit of navigation for our boat, ending at the municipal marina. We took on a few gallons of fuel for insurance on the return trip. The marina staff was very friendly, and invited us to tie up at no charge and explore the town.
We loped back to Port Austin with a following sea, and we tried to run more inshore so we could take in the sights. The sights consisted of a great many cottages, although some the size of small hotels and hardly what most would consider a "cottage." The coast is mainly sandy here with a succession of shallow bights between rocky points. Off each point is a nasty shoal, some extending a long distance into the lake. We tried to cross one which was charted as having 4-feet of water, but we ended up in a mine field of rocks. We had to tilt the motor up and glide across a 2-foot patch.
The weather was perfect on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, but the forecast for Monday showed some rain coming. We decided to haul out and drive home Sunday night. After we loaded the boat, we stopped for dinner at THE FARM, a gourmet restaurant run from an old farm about five miles south of Port Austin. Their large parking lot accommodated our boat trailer without a problem. The food was excellent.
The drive home was almost as traffic-free as the drive up had been. One nice feature of two-lane roads for us is that unlike the interstate we were able to drive 55-MPH (the speed limit) and not be passed by an endless succession of cars and trucks trying to go 80-MPH.
The mini-cruise revealed many omissions in our equipment and minor problems that need correcting before more extended voyages to come in a few weeks. It was a fun getaway, and driving the back roads was both nostalgic and relaxing. The blue water of Lake Huron was in a marvelously wave-free state all weekend.