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Day 24 - August 12

Waking up with 2,200 feet of kinetic energy in the bank justs makes a body feel good all over. It would be hard to piss me off right now. Thanks to yesterday's slog up hill, I will be able to mostly coast to Marquette 35 miles away. Whee!  I left at 7:15 and arrive in Marquette at 10:00a.m. without breaking a sweat.

The one disappointment in this otherwise uplifting experience is that I arrived in Marquette too early to sample Asian food at Jasmine. I have yet to disclose that any and every opportunity to dine at an Asian restaurant gets my attention. Vietnamese, Chinese or Thai - it doesn't matter - I'm all in. Now I fear my next opportunity will be Nina's kitchen in Zimmyville. Not that I don't appreciate that venue, it's just that it is a whole week away.

I rode by the cabins where I spent a week's vacation with daughter Heather and my neighbors from Farmington Hills in the mid-70's.  The contrast was striking. In those days of yore, this stretch of road was desolate. I remember coming back to the cabins after a day of fly fishing on the Chocolay river. A Michigan State Trooper pulled me over for 90 in a 55. My aforementioned neighbor was a Novi policeman and talked the trooper out of a ticket. Today, you could never get it up to 90. It just too congested for that.  So, the observation of the day is that in 30 years this formerly obscure stretch of beach is now populated by hundreds of 1,000 SqFt RV's. Some of the romantic quality has been lost. I fear that I may have to go to Alaska for a nostalgic northern perimeter fix - right Donna Leigh?!?

Today's ride was 74 miles for a total of 1,282. 

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