We skirted the northeastern edge of Lake Michigan in the dark and wound up in St. Ignace for the night. We stayed on the lake and in the morning I was reminded that we were back on Lake Huron (the eastern extension of Lake Michigan - it's not like there is anything actually separating the two except for the bridge) by the grassy shoreline exposed out in front of the seawalls. It reminded me of the shorelines in Inverhuron and Craigleith, where the falling lake had left similar stranded shorelines.
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