May 10. 2016. Wildlife, Dilapidated Houses and Barns En Route to Straits State Park.

May 10. 2016.  Wildlife, Dilapidated Houses and Barns En Route to Straits State Park.  Another 350 miles put us in Straits State Park in St. Ignace, MI, tonight.  We are just across the Huron Straits - after which the park is named - from Mackinac Island. 


We have had several interactions with people and creatures on our trip.  Sunday evening, Annie and I were walking around the RV park when we met a Spaniard in his early 20s.  His English was stilted, but we understood him to say that he was riding a bicycle along the entire Route 66.  He had started in Chicago and planned to bike the entire Route, finishing in Los Angeles.  He was looking for a place to put up his tent overnight.  We took him to the campground owner's residence because the office was closed.  When last seen, he was gesticulating with his hands while explaining his needs to the proprietor.  We assume he continued his bicycle adventure Monday morning.  At least we didn't see him around the campground as we began our search for Walmart. 


Then, this morning, as we departed Warren Dunes State Park, we saw a small herd of turkeys.  Or, is it a flock or a gobble of turkeys?  Do you know?  You don't, do you?  Well, I know.  I know because Google is just a click away.  A grouping of turkeys is called a rafter of turkeys.   That's almost as good as a murder of crows. 


And, finally, as we were circumnavigating the campground here, we saw two fox pups (also known as kits or cubs; thank you Google)  If you look closely at the lower right portion of the second picture above, you will see the second pup peeking up over the embankment. 


We couldn't wait for Mackinac fudge, so we drove into St. Ignace this afternoon and picked five tiny slices of Murdick fudge.  Murdick advertises that it is the oldest fudge maker on Mackinac Island.  It now has stores as far away as Martha's Vineyard.  Murdick says it began making fudge on Mackinac Island in 1887.  I wasn't born yet, so I can't vouch for them.  Annie, on the other hand was a vixen pup that year.  Tee-hee.  If this line stays in the blog, you'll know she was tired when she proofread this entry. 


On to Mackinac tomorrow.