On Day 2 of our trip, we got up in the morning and headed straight to Oswald's Bear Ranch, which was only about 15 minutes from our hotel. The Bear Ranch was similar to the zoo the day before, but it was only bears, obviously. (We had considered going to the Pictured Rocks, which I remember from Ellen's and my trips to the U.P. with my grandma, but we didn't think Claire would make it through the three-hour boat ride.)
Despite the Bear Ranch's similarities to the zoo, we had a great time there. First of all, I guess bears don't smell as bad as some other animals, and apparently they don't attract the same concentration of flies, so that alone made it a much happier place for Elsa. These bears have huge, very wild enclosures, and there are paths around the enclosures for the visitors. There was one enclosure that was so large, it took us 15 minutes to walk all the way around it and we didn't even see all of the bears. So the bears at Oswald seem to have it pretty good, as far as captive bears go.
Visitors can buy bags of apple chunks to toss over the fence for the bears. The minute the bears see you with one of those bags, they'll come right up to the fence, in hopes that you'll give them a treat. In fact, some of them were show-offs—we saw one bear who was sitting upright with his back against a tree, looking exactly like a gigantic, real-life Winnie the Pooh. (I tried to get a picture of him, but somebody else tossed him an apple right then, so he moved.)
After the bear ranch, we went on to Tahquamenon Falls, another place I remember from my childhood camping trips to the U.P. with Grandma and Grandpa Baldwin.
I did not recall all the stairs leading to the viewing area, which of course wasn't ideal with Claire! But Daddy got his workout.
And the girls loved seeing the falls. Tico enjoyed it as well.
After Tahquamenon, we had hoped to get some lunch and then head down to Mackinac City. But I was surprised to find that there really is nothing around the falls. We seemed to go from national forest to state park to yet another national forest. When you're driving from Wisconsin to the bridge, it seems like the closer you get to the bridge, the less civilization there is. That's the opposite of what I would have expected. But I suppose it makes sense—the bridge didn't open until 1957, so until then, this must have been quite an isolated area. At any rate, we drove and drove and finally found a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that served us burgers that tasted like saw-dust, then we high-tailed it for cosmopolitan Mackinac City.
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I remember those MANY steps up to the Falls viewing area-I would not want to try them now! We bought our camper in 1984 so you were nine years old on our first trip!
I am enjoying your trip diary VERY much.
Grandma
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