The Ontario shore of Lake Huron is Stephen’s home tonight. Today was a psychological crossing as well as a border crossing, the Michigan leg (the short one) is finished! I stayed with him in Port Huron last night at a Days Inn that has seen better days. We both woke a little anxious this morning, me about the strong current and heavy boat traffic at the mouth of the St. Clair River near the Blue Water bridge (imagine Lakes Superior, Michigan and Huron draining through this narrow channel, I did,) he about how the Canada Border Services would respond to his voyage, and both of us about how our (so far) frequent phone contact would change now that it is international.
I watched him paddle steadily against the current, avoid boats and make the crossing in about twelve minutes from the beach at the Fort Gratiot lighthouse, the first of Michigan’s lights. The beach was filled with wanderers, families and sunbathers, some of whom were intrigued enough to speak to us. Stephen has met so many interesting and kind people already and is energized by these contacts. And I am grateful to know there are great people wherever we go. He made it to the marine reporting site at the Sarnia Yacht Club without incident and the customs officer he spoke to on the phone was cordial and allowed his entry.
There were no problems after all.
That evening I received this from the paddler
"I've rounded the corner, and am headed back to the north country.I'll try and bring home some universal healthcare. Beautiful sunset over the lake. Sleeping in the canoe tonight. Sweet dreams. P n L" -s