South Haven, MI to Beverly Shores, Indiana

Another amazing day. The day started chilly, with a gentle tail wind. I was heading south around Lake Michigan, toward my host house in Indiana. I thought it would be about 80 miles. As it turned out, it was less. HOORAY!  It was a 70 mile day, and much went perfectly.

I cycled 25 miles in the first 2 hours, but was in caloric debt, as I didn’t really eat dinner yesterday. Just the little bit of leftovers from lunch. So, when I was hungry, I was really hungry. I wanted 2 very specific thing, too. 1. Calzone with a side of pesto 2. a draught beer (I haven’t had one in 30 years, and have never actually wanted on until today). Because the craving was so specific, I assumed that I must need protein, carbs and whatever the heck would be in a draught beer, that’s not in a bottle.  I told myself I wasn’t stopping for lunch until I reached St. Josephs.

24 miles in, I look up and the road I’ve been on the entire 24 miles has a new sign: Motorized Vehicles Only        UUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!???!!!

I turned around and went to the last intersection, which thankfully had a sign indicating that a fire department was near. Got directions, and went around the offending section of the road (1 mile!)  Then began looking for an italian restaurant. I found a greek/mediterranean restaurant, but they didn’t have either item. I found an italian cafe and they didn’t have calzones and only had bottled beer and an expired alcohol license. I asked a couple of men on the street, and they made an alternate recommendation; closed until 4 pm! I’m striking out!!!!! Then, one last ditch effort and I got directions for a restaurant 4 miles off my trail. Oh well, whatyagonnado? I knew that I really had to have a ricotta and mozzarella calzone with pesto on the side, and a draught beer. I got it! More perfect was that the restaurant also had spumoni. Delectable.

Then back on  the road. The miles ticked off. The ride was perfect. The weather nice. I had a host for the night, and the mileage was doable. 15 or 20 miles before I was to arrive at the host household, I stopped to sit on the steps of a Methodist church for a minute. to just give my sitter a little different experience. a little rest. While I was sitting there, a walker and her dog approached. The dog and I had eyes for each other. He was young and had such an expressive face that showed me he really wanted to come chat. We greeted each other and his owner and I chatted. We had a wonderful conversation, and we talked about my cycling and her walking, and our faith, and trust. She hugged me, which you know I’ve missed hugs, and we prayed together and I promised to pray for her. We hugged again, and then I said good bye to her sweet dog. His name is Jackson.  Her name was Christine. I truly believe the entire scavenger hunt for lunch happened just so I could meet this wonderful lady. We only spoke for 5 minutes, but it was awesome;) That was in Lakeside. Just a couple minutes further south, and I stopped for Gatorade in a really cool gourmet corner market. Wow, what a great market! This area is chocked full of quaint and unique shops and towns.

I crossed into Indiana, and cycled through Michigan City. On the outskirts of the city, I took the road to Beverly Shores and cycled through some beautiful wetland. A red-winged blackbird ghetto. As these ladies watched their nests, they chatted and laughed with one another. The layers of voices overlapping one another on the gentle breeze. The sun was low in the sky and skittering sliver light across the algae covered bogs.  Sun-bleached fallen trees shimmered in the same late-day sunlight. What a gift my hosts have given me by living where I get to cycle through this, at the end of my cycling day.

My hosts are warm and friendly and generous. Dinner was wonderful, and after dinner, we walked over to the shoreline of Lake Michigan, and watched the sun set itself behind Chicago, like a big ball of wax, melting into the horizon.

Tummy full, journal entry written, laundry in the dryer and new friends in my life. Time to say,”Good night”.

Go make your own breeze and remember: if you’re not having fun; you’re in the wrong gear.


About rivercityweaves

I'm a mom, wife and fiber artist, living in rural Virginia. On days I'm not creating fiber art or teaching others how to, I'm probably saddle surfing on my Bianchi, or laughing with friends.
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4 Responses to South Haven, MI to Beverly Shores, Indiana

  1. Ron Corio says:

    Hooray for good weather, tailwinds, interesting people and animals and welcoming hosts. Knowing what your body is crying for and going to get it is a gift. Keep riding and keep writing. 155 miles in two days. Impressive.

  2. Steve says:

    The first town in Indiana is Michigan City? The Founding Fathers must have been geographically-challenged! 🙂

    Great reports as always, but I miss the pics. Did something untoward happen to your camera?

    • rivercityweaves says:

      The camera is fine. My host households don’t always have wifi. Simetimes, people are hesitant to give their password, sometimes other things interfere.
      I have so many pictures. I need to take time to label them, and just do a batch upload. When I’m paying for a hotel, I hate to waste the time doing that. When I’m at a host household, I’m frantically doing laundry, taking a shower, re-packing everything, and trying to glean from the hosts about their touring experiences, and hopefully, being an “enchanting” guest;)
      Sometimes, I’m up to 3 days late getting to read your posts on your own blog, which is sad, because I love them. It’s a taste of home, even though it’s just near home.

      • Steve says:

        I’m glad to hear all is well with the camera! I’m surprised at just how busy you find yourself when you have nothing to do but “ride your bike.” It just shows how much work goes into something like this! Well, don’t stay up late posting pics on my account. Get some sleep and I’ll buy your book when you publish it next year! 🙂

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