Back In The USA

Drummond Island, Michigan (8-17-16)

         Back in the USA! We were so happy yesterday to arrive back in the United States and tie up at the Drummond Island Yacht Basin. We were in complete disbelief that our boat was here in Michigan. And this wasn’t the Michigan that either of us was used to. Where was Brenda? Where was the snow? There are a lot if similarities to Canada and the Upper Peninsula of Michigan landscape wise. They have the same type of trees and a variety of Islands. Again we couldn’t believe we were in Michigan. Shortly after the dockhand helped us tie off she asked if we needed customs and when I said, “yes” she said she would send someone right over. One of the best parts of Drummond Island Yacht Basin is that the Customs office is located right on site and they are constantly checking people back into the United States from Canada. Our guide books and several other sources told us to make sure we didn’t have any produce or eggs because they would make you throw it out. I thought I was doing pretty good getting rid of everything but there were still several things left yesterday morning so I quickly made guacamole, a corn salad and crudités for snacking. We ate would we could along the way and wouldn’t you know it when the customs agent came aboard he didn’t even ask about produce or the eggs. Spazed for nothing! The agent was nice, very somber and stiff but he did ask some personal questions along with the routine ones of – have any weapons, purchases or large sums of cash on board. He wrote down our passport information and the sticker info Jeff had purchased about a month ago, told us to enjoy our loop and left. Shew! We were both relieved to be back on familiar ground and all checked in. We turned on the A.C. right away because of course it’s humid in Michigan this time of year. I took the laundry to the onsite laundry mat and began the chores for the day. Jeff did some navigation for the next day and paid bills and by 6pm all of our work was done. We made pizza for dinner and watched a documentary by Michael Frante that was heavy but interesting. After a peaceful nights sleep in the A.C. we are on our way to Mackinaw City (not to be confused with Mackinac Island to have some boat work done. 1,000 miles later and couldn’t be happier.