Day 10, The Last: Morley to Muskegon

Note to self: If you need to buy a handgun, Muskegon seems to be the place to go. The approach to Muskegon featured many billboards advertising breathlessly "500 Handguns to Choose From!" And those were just the hardware stores. Anywhere else, these would have been ironic ads for gun control. In Muskegon, they were serious attempts to get more handguns into the community.

And a charming community it is.

We left Morley at 6:30, a record for us. Took the FMWPT and roads to Cedar Springs, where we turned west a final time on M-46. This was a fairly miserable way to end the trip. The road was narrow, busy, and boring. We were just humping out miles. As we got closer to Muskegon, the traffic got heavier and heavier, particularly the truck traffic. Entering a dismal city that seems in love with handguns on a miserable stretch of road was not the best way to end the trip. Still, the pull of the final goal is always good to get you through some bad riding.

The end was a race with a thunderstorm. It got blacker and blacker up ahead. We toiled along, thoroughly beaten down by Muskegon. I wasn't sure we were going to make it. I kept saying, "C'mon c'mon c'mon hurry hurry hurry!" But we made it with time to spare (well, 30 minutes), before the heavens opened and the wrath of the gods flashed down. As we were eating our victory meal in the Subway across from the ferry, the power went out.

And that was it. Trip over. I left Jon at the Lake Express Ferry terminal and headed home.