USBR 35 Day 3: Grand Haven (53 miles)

0
129

I installed my headlight and tail light, and left the motel just before dawn.  I stopped at a Walmart about a half-mile into the ride and bought my favorite biking snack – sweet, juicy, cold grapes (and some low-quality bakery) which I stored in my handlebar bag for easy access.  By the time I got out of Walmart, it was light enough to put away my headlight and turn off my tail light.

In the cool of this early Sunday morning, there was just about no traffic. The road was flat and smooth, and the ride was relaxing for several hours until the day got hotter and the traffic picked up.



I wonder if they sell their cannabis in jars














Amen, bother, about the bicycles.

But what does “Abate of Michigan” mean?











A look into the first of many blueberry fields I saw heading north.









Lakeshore Avenue is a well maintained, often-shaded road that runs the 20 miles from Holland to Grand Haven, and there are miles of upscale resort/seaside residences along the way.  The road has a bicycle-friendly 3’ wide pavement on the right side of the white line, but more impressive is the Lakeshore Trail, a 6’ wide separate paved bicycle path that parallels the road.

Photo Credit: Google Maps


Because I like to start every day with clean clothes, I carry (3) sets of spare socks, underwear, and T-shirts, and when planning the trip I make sure that every third day I book a motel with a coin-operated washer/dryer on-site.

(On my ride from Cleveland to Washington DC I was overtaken on the Panhandle Trail by a young guy who, on his trip from Denver to Pittsburg, only had a small pack attached to the back of his seat. He said he only carried a tooth brush and never did laundry. IMHO, travelling like that just stinks.)



I made it to Grand Haven City Beach in late afternoon. The sand is lighter in color and softer to the touch than a Lake Erie beach, and the water is more blue . . .

Image Credit: Goggle Maps



. . . but not as blue as represented in Google maps.





On the way back to the motel after dinner I passed a Donald Trump gear trailer in a pawn shop parking lot.

It appears that one person operates both the trailer and the shop, which means he can probably make money selling and then buying back the same stuff.