The river I knew the least is the one that made itself known most dramatically…by almost stopping us in our tracks. (Um, wake. 😄)
At 6:30 this morning, Many Moons slowed to trolling speed (3 mph) in the St. Clair River as we neared its northern end on the U.S./Canada border in lower Michigan. We had fought its current for 40+ miles already, but this was a whole new level…the most dramatic “current impact” of our 5,600-mile cruise on The Great Loop. Good thing it was short-lived; soon after passing the river entrance and entering Lake Huron, we were up to 8.5 mph. (For this slow boat, that’s almost speedin’ along. 😉)
To think I didn’t know anything about this river until last week. It sure made itself known!
What caused this brief drama? The funnel effect of a lot of water getting squeezed into a narrow space. The mouth of the St. Clair takes into account the drainage of Lakes Huron, Michigan, and Superior. No wonder we almost came to full-stop.
It reminded me of the various changes in water that we’ve seen while under way…visible and hidden, brief or long-lasting, expected and not. That’s how it is with change in general, and our forward progress is measured by our response to it. A boat doesn’t have a choice; it moves where the water pushes it. The human driving it does, though; increase throttle to push against it, or “go with the flow.” Going with the flow sounds good, but could leave you dashed against the rocks. Or grounded. Sometimes an action is called for when faced with change…maybe even a little push-back.
We pushed against two rivers on the cruise northward from Detroit to Port Huron, and crossed one lake in between, as I continue to learn new things about my home state. We left Detroit at 0600, knowing it would be a long push. It was, taking 9.5 hours to travel 62 miles.
My geography lesson for today: The Detroit River leads to Lake St. Clair, which leads to the St. Clair River, which leads to Lake Huron. At least that’s the way it happens when traveling north, as we are. Photos and captions follow.
4 thoughts on “Up the St. Clair River”
John & Rachel are now following. I remember Port Huron, quite well. My family (dad) put his 32’ boat in & out of there, for over 30 yrs. Safe travels you two.
Nice! We are tucked into Harbor Beach for a few hours waiting for the wind to abate. (Monday afternoon.)
I grew up on Harsens Island in the lowers St Clair river. River, bays & Lake St Clair were my watery world. My brother lives on the river in St Clair, not far from big power plant.
Most beautiful place in the world, imho 😎
Fun to hear such personal connections! (Especially from the woman who helped me to start with this blog in the 1st place. 😃)