It was a mirth full couple of days staying at Frankenmuth Michigan.
The town is a Bavarian village built along the Cass River in Michigan. It has
all the attractions that make it a tourist town, and the espresso was surprisingly
good.
The paddle boat ride and kayaking were shut down because of
high water. Something to do with all the rain we have been riding in I guess.
One of the big attractions here are the pools, and the hotel we stayed at the, amenity free Bavarian Inn has a 4-story tall water slide and
two other pools for children. But thank dog they also have a adult only pool
and hot tub, which I can report is the most pristine motel pool anywhere and
was wonderful to relax in it with only two other humans.
Another attraction here is the christmas store. It is at least
the size of seven Costco and does not offer any tasty samples. It is also
filled with every possible item that will eventually make the land fill fuller.
Probably the most important attraction in Frankenmuth is the chicken, and the best place to get it is at Zehnder’s.
The chicken dinner I had was delicious. I would go back and even suffer christmas town again just for Zehnder’s chicken
Back on the road we found more rain and in a corner of Ohio one
of the remaining nuclear power plants.
The Davis Besse plant is powerful at 894 mw, its powering a large part of this area. It also had some major corrosion issues and had to be shut down for several years and repaired and would have been shuttered now but the corporation that runs it bribed the Ohio Legislature allowing it to stay open. Gee capitalism is great.
At Porto Clinton, We
could see Lake Erie through the rain. It looked almost as wet as we were.
Running out of our main means of travel, red two-lane roads
we had to ride on the turnpike, specifically the New York Turnpike, that for
some reason has turned I 90 into a toll road. Human toll takers have been replaced
by electronics, that like the Golden Gate Bridge photograph your license plate
and send you a bill.
The Golden Gate Bridge has never sent me a bill for crossing because the motor company has conveniently hidden my plate up under the tour pack, and maybe New York cannot see it either? Time will tell...
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