Only 15 miles to Canada from here, at the bottom of Whitefish Bay. Gordon Lightfoot's Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald has been in my head all day, lyric includes "the searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd put 15 more miles behind them." I did 102 miles to get here, pleasant flat riding until I turned I north to cross up to the center of the peninsula, gentle rolling swells of farmland, and then hillier heading east in the afternoon. Sun all day, but not too hot, a cooling breeze at times. Humidity returns tomorrow.
Saw these two elegant herons crossing the road, with very bright red eye patches.

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