Parusing the Portage Canal a.k.a. Keeweenaw Waterway of Glory rd ii

After our night stay in the Hancock Campground, we broke camp mid morning and set about to finish the Keeweenaw Waterway (I may be spelling that wrong, but we can address that later). This time on the water the wind was ripping from the West some gusts over thirty miles an hour, it felt like we were flying down the water way and upon checking the GPS we made speeds of 5.2 MPH sans much paddling. All good gusts must switch around though and once we entered Portage Lake, or Lake Portage, however it goes, we were battling the wind channeling through there.

The Lake, after being in that constricted waterway was disorientating, large houses, boats, jet skis flying about and a stiff headwind, we did our best to maintain composure and make some miles.

Eventually escaping the grasp of second home owners lake front properties and ecstatic motorboat enthusiasts we meandered down the sparsely inhabited southern part of the waterway. Dealing with some occasional winds we made due and ended up re-acquainting with Lake Superior, much sooner than we had anticipated. She was blustery whence we arrived, South West winds to 20+ Kts and waves 2-4 feet. Pushing out into the rebound zone by the breakwall, we knew we had to do something about these end of the day battles with the wind. Luckily the wall was less than a mile and after we rounded the light we were able to cruise into shore. A place, we can't be fully certain as it was not marked well, but were told by some locals it was referred to as White City, an absence of a community which used to exist a few moon ago.

We found a fanciful area beyond some tall grassy knoll and set our temporary living palace up along what looked to be an old main drag (a road of sand). We would be wind bound there the next day with ferocious Westerly winds, gusting to 35+ mph. We definitely were hit the previous night by gusts over 45MPH. Good to know the tent works! Needless to say, when we awoke the next day, (the previous Monday I believe) where the wind was not kicking we got it into gear and back on the water to make some mad miles before the barometer decided to throw another wrench lined with monkeys in the mix...