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LAKE MICHIGAN 2021

My Third Crossing
MAKING HISTORY | A LAKE MICHIGAN THREE-PEAT
This journey ranks among my most favorite Great Lake adventures.
I arrive at Wisconsin’s Point State Park Beach Thursday evening. With the sun setting behind me. I walk below Rawley Point Lighthouse to check out the beach and lake conditions, and get my game face on.

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The first thing I notice is how calm the lake is compared to last year. It’s a good sign and helps put me at ease as I am about to make a record setting third solo paddle across Lake Michigan. I’m quite sure, other than me, no one has done it twice. Certainly, no one has done it three times. 

But, my goal is much bigger this year. It is my plan to cross Lake Michigan three times this season alone, shattering my own personal record and resetting expectations about cross lake journeys.

​In the back of my mind I can’t help but think, “How cool this is, to have the health, means and opportunity to set out and achieve something no one else has?” And to create the memories and stories my seven year old granddaughter will tell her children, and grandchildren.
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THE FORECAST IS NEAR PERFECT
The conditions for tomorrow are near perfect for a solo paddle across Lake Michigan. The wind is forecasted to be in the single digits and peaking at 8 mph, with waves no greater than one foot. 

To save time and prepare for an early start, I camp out in my car at Wisconsin's Point Beach State Forest just 100 hundred yards north from Rawley Point Lighthouse.
Rawley Point Lighthouse
Rawley Point Lighthouse

IT’S  A RESTLESS NIGHT 
Just before 5AM I am awakened by a phone alert. Samsung sends me an autogenerated message telling me to immediately unplug my phone to avoid possible moisture damage. I’m surprised as I am simply charging my phone in my car. But, it’s alright. With my phone charged at 86% and set on airplane mode, I will be fine for today’s trip across Lake Michigan.
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It’s time to get up anyway as it was a restless night. I tossed and turned as I couldn’t stop thinking about the challenge ahead and my air mattress when flat. It was an uncomfortable night’s rest and laying around any longer is just wasting time. It’s time to go!

After struggling to free myself from my mummy shaped down sleeping bag, I look over the driver’s side seat to take a peek at the lake. The pathway carved through the sand dune and early rising sun reveals the lake is calm.

As I pour myself out of my car, there is a growing number of early morning risers coming to view another spectacular Lake Michigan sunrise. I decide to join them, walk the beach and take in the view of this vast blue sea and this morning’s brilliant red and orange sunrise.
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PREPARING TO LAUNCH
With much work to do, I reluctantly return to my car to remove my 17’2” NC Kayak from atop the roof, then stage my gear based on anticipated needs when I complete my crossing about 16 hours later. 

This trip poses a rare challenge as with every journey I dress for the possibility of a spill. With water temperature in the low 50s and air temperature reaching the mid 80s, I expect to be dripping in sweat as I will be wearing 1.5 ml neoprene pants and long sleeve top, along with 3.0 ml neoprene boots. When I land on Michigan’s sandy beach tonight, under the cover of darkness, lakeside temperatures will be quickly dropping and I will certainly be experiencing a deep penetrating chill.   

Another concern is, if I were to take a spill I will likely not be able to conduct a self rescue. With a quarter tear in my left shoulder’s rotator cuff, I am unable to move my arm up and back without pain. A spill in Lake Michigan’s cold water will likely result in my having to quickly call our USCG. I am not worried as I know we have the best.
PictureAn hour before launch.
After a hearty breakfast consisting of a granola bar, banana, blueberries, strawberries, beef jerky, and electrolyte supercharged water, it is time to pack my gear and prepare to launch. 

Just minutes away, one of the morning park guests takes an interest in my activity. He asks about my plans and wants to know more about my kayak. I tell him I’ll be paddling across the lake today and finishing at Ludington’s Big Sable Lighthouse. Instinctively, he looks over the horizon and says, “Really?” 

The conversation naturally leads to his telling me about how wicked the waves can suddenly turn in the middle of the lake and how cold the water is this time of year. This is not what I want to hear at the moment. Before he shares more about his plans for the day, I kindly interrupt and shift our focus to our beautiful morning and sunrise, and tell him it is time for me to launch. 

He understands and wishes me good luck and to be safe. 

Before I slip into my kayak, I take in the view of Lake Michigan to regain my focus. The lake conditions are just as I had hoped, perhaps even better. I am excited to begin.

PictureIdeal lake conditions minutes before launch.
A TERRIBLE OVERSIGHT
With my kayak halfway in the water and pointed due east toward Michigan, I slip into my kayak and secure my skirt. I shift my body to get comfortable and just before I push off from shore I instinctively look down to take a reading on my compass.

It is then I realize, I forgot to pack my compass. Simultaneously, I silently laugh and swear at myself, shake my head and roll my eyes. I am in disbelief of my stupid mistake. 

I quickly run through a mental checklist of options, of which one includes driving back into town to buy another. But, I want to avoid any delay. Another options is to launch blindly as I am eager to start with the conditions so perfect. But, I have always promised others I would avoid the temptation of launching if the conditions were outside my pre-determined set of acceptable parameters. 
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Then I remember the app I downloaded on my phone. It is a digital compass. But, an app on a handheld devise is not ideal because paddling requires the constant use of both hands.

I place my phone, now a makeshift compass, on my skirt to see if using it is even possible. Surprisingly, I think, “This may work!” The challenge will be to keep my phone from sliding on my skirt so I can quickly focus on my directional reading of ESE 104º.

​Even on calm days like today, this is going to be difficult at best.
I give it more thought, “I have always wanted to learn to navigate by using the sun and stars. This could be that opportunity. What could possibly go wrong?”

Despite my not liking my answer and against reasonable judgement, I decide to launch. ​
IT’S A GO AND NO TURNING BACK NOW
​I am excited about today’s challenge with the added twist of having poor navigational tools.

With a push off the beach I smoothly launch onto Lake Michigan and embark on my record setting journey. I am all fired up. The excitement, my confidence in my paddling skill, and early season training overshadows the known risks.

It isn’t long before I realize how foolish my decision is. My phone, makeshift compass, is slipping all over my skirt and I find it difficult to quickly find my desired ESE 104º reading. With my head is bobbing up and down trying to focus on the view and my compass reading, It is becoming a miserable experience.  I just can’t to do this for another 14 to 15 hours. 

I soon develop a rhythm where every 20 seconds I paddle, I skip a stroke to click on my screen to keep it from going dark, then check to make sure I remain headed in the correct direction. I tell myself, "I must find be a better to make this a pleasant journey."
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Minutes after launch.
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An early morning selfie.
NAVIGATING BY THE SUN
Leaning into my Boy Scout skills, I begin thinking about how to use the sun and its reflection on the water for guidance. By referencing my compass reading, I learn if I keep the sun’s view above and slightly to my left, it will keep me on my desired course. For the next hour I test my theory, recalibrating every 20 minutes and adjust as needed.

It’s working remarkably well, allowing me to enjoy the view and my paddling journey.
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An early morning fog bank rolls in.
About an hour later I make a major adjustment. With the sun higher in the sky making its way west, I determine I need to focus on the sun’s reflection in the water. My stroke is now patterned where I reach further slightly ahead than normal and spear the sun's reflection dead center. 

As time passes additional adjustment are made to remain on course.

​The sun eventually disappears above and behind me and is no longer useful for navigation. I check my progress via Google Maps and discover that I am heading further south than I want. I have no other choice but to revert back to using my phone for navigation.
A CALM SETTLES IN
With the water calm and knowing I am well on my way and headed safely toward Michigan, I begin to take in the full beauty of the journey. The views are breathtaking. At times, the blue water takes on the blueness of the sky and becomes nearly impossible to discern the difference. With no clouds above it creates an endless panorama of brilliant blue.  

As expected, the sun is hot and with very little wind I am working up a full sweat. To avoid dehydration and risk exhaustion, every hour I stop to hydrate and snack. Every three hours I have a meal. 
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A panorama of brilliant blue.
PictureIt's a little buggy today.
For lunch I finish the second half of my PBJ, have a banana, granola and fiber bar. It is then I notice I have company. What was just a few flies near the beginning has grown into a full blown reunion. They’re so many I feel like I am hiking in Minnesota’s north woods. I wonder where they’re coming from as I am so far from shore and what’s drawing them to me? Is it the bright red color of my kayak, my dripping sweat, or combination of both? 

I discover if I don’t swat at them they don’t bother me. They seem fine just nesting on top of my hat. I wonder, “Will I be to blame for a sudden invasion of Wisconsin sourced black flies in Michigan?” ​

SETTING A NEW COURSE
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In the distance I spot the first sign of something other than a different shade of blue. It appears to be a billowy cloud bank and I guess its running along Michigan’s west shore. I don’t remember being so excited to see clouds before. 

Looking down to my compass I project my desired direction and select a discernible shape in the clouds ahead. I decide to paddle toward a v-shape break, similar to what you find at the end of a rifle. It allows me to again refocus on the incredible views and take in this wondrous trip with much less worry.
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I reset my course using the distant clouds.
THE SUN IS TAKING ITS TOLL
The beating sun begins to drain me of energy. I am terribly thirsty and out of drinkable water.

I was thinking to save on weight I would simply dip an empty bottle into Lake Michigan’s 1.3 quadrillion gallons of fresh water, add one and a quarter electrolyte tablets, drink generously, and continue on. But, the center of the lake is covered with a thin layer microbial matter as far as I can see. It appears to be a mixture of insects, pollen, other organic matter, and even helium balloons.
I have no other choice than to continue on until I find a break of clean water. But, if I don’t come across clean water soon I will have to try my luck dipping into this rich microbial field. 
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At a moment of near desperation a clean patch of water suddenly appears. I paddle towards its center then dip an empty bottle into the lake and raise it above to admire its clarity. The water is pure, Michigan Pure. The refreshing cool drink goes down wonderfully well. Before I continue I fill both bottles.
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I become desperate for clean drinking water.
SHARING THE LAKE
Every hour I recheck my compass reading then select a new shape in the distance clouds to remain on course. I can’t help but marvel at the views all around and give thanks for the fine weather and lake conditions. Of all my Great Lakes adventures, this is turning out to be among my most favorite. 

Looking over the horizon I spot a fresh water freighter. It’s too early to tell which direction it’s headed and I wonder if we may cross paths. 

After a while it is clear the freighter is heading south toward either Ludington, Muskegon, or further south around the lake to Gary or even Chicago. I am heading east toward the freighter, but certain it will pass well ahead of me and out of danger. But, I wonder if I will be paddling over its trailing wake?  

A half hour later I spot a collection of something white in the distance. It’s too far away to tell if it’s a group of fishing boats, possibly wildlife, or something else. But, what’s odd is that it’s so far off shore.
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A fresh water freighter heads south.
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12 miles out is a gaggle of geese.
As I approach it begins to take shape. I am certain it’s a gaggle of geese. Maybe thirty or more. It’s not much longer before they’re spooked and take off. They’re so near, I can feel the breeze generated off the collection of their powerful large wings. ​
THE END IS IN SIGHT
The horizon begins to take shape and my heart begins to race. 

It’s hard to judge distance over the water. But, I am thinking I am on pace to set a personal record for speed. I would love to cross the lake in under 15 hours. Feeling optimistic, I pick up my pace and about the same time I notice a solitary white manmade object. I am certain this is Big Sable Point Lighthouse, my final destination.

I look down and take another compass reading, then pull up Google Maps to estimate its distance. The good news is, it is the lighthouse. The bad news is, I have veered well off course and coming in from the northwest. Apparently, my navigating via the sun and clouds has set off zig zagging across the lake.

I haven’t given up hope for a personal best time, but wonder how much further ahead I would be if I had a better read on direction and taken a more direct route. 

The sun begins to set behind me and the sky takes on a different color. The clouds are turning different shades of brilliant blue, pink and purple. The reflections on the open water make it all the more spectacular and I am the only one experiencing this incredible beauty and solitude. I am truly blessed.

As the sun continues to drop I look around and take in the incredible display of color. When I look back I am finding it difficult to find Big Sable. I discover by referencing the cloud bank to the south, raising up my right fist and positioning it just to the left, the lighthouse stands just below and to the left. It works every time.
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The clouds present a spectacular display of color.
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Reflections in the water add to the color show.
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Soft pastel colors like cotton candy.
PicturePaddling under the stars is special.
PADDLING UNDER THE STARS
With another Google Maps reading and looking at my watch, I realize I will not be setting a personal best record for speed. I decide to slow it down to enjoy the remaining time on the lake and take in the incredible star lit night. Just as Big Sable is about to disappear under the cover of night, its beacon turns on to give this solitary sailor a much wanted safe path home.

The night is clear and the stars are rapidly growing in numbers. The Big Dipper clearly stands out and despite my searching, I am unable to find my favorite constellation Cassiopeia. The Milky Way begins to reveal itself, but it seems as if the sky is already too full to allow for any more stars. I am blessed with yet another brilliant light show.

With no one around and no sound other than the gentle splashing of my paddling penetrating the lake, I look up to heaven and achieve a special closeness to God. It is here where the phrase that I often hear, “There are a thousand angels looking over you,” comes to realization.
It is here when I achieve an incredible sense of peace while feeling the weight of what feels like many around me. At times, the likeness my parents, grandparents and brother is so vivid and clear, it feels so real. It is for this reason I am so eager to return for another Great Lake nighttime adventure, to experience something so surreal and otherwise not possible. 
A NEAR COLLISION 
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With Big Sable Lighthouse straight ahead and not far, I look down to make sure everything is properly packed away. I then quickly pick up my speed to prepare for a landing on the gradual sandy beach. I look up and to my surprise, the combination my headlight and the lighthouse’s backlight, reveals the impenetrable steel wall protecting Big Sable. Just as quickly, I reverse paddle to slow my momentum and escape a certain disaster of a head-on collision.
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How embarrassing would that be to cross Lake Michigan to only crash into Big Sable’s retaining wall then spill into the cold water of Lake Michigan?
After catching my breath and collecting my nerves, I paddle to my right just south of Big Sable where I find the sandy beach I will call home for the night. It takes me 15.4 hours to complete my third solo paddle across Lake Michigan.
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After pouring out of my kayak, working through the sharp pain in my lower back, I unpack my clothes, sleeping bag, leaking air mattress, toiletries and other gear. I attempt to quickly remove my sweat soaked neoprene top, pants and shoes. It proves to be a greater struggle than I had hoped, but I eventually prevail.
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Big Sable's beacon guides me home for the night.
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Big Sable Lighthouse and home for the night is just ahead.
Before I crawl into bed I stand alone on shore and take in the beauty of Big Sable Point Lighthouse. I then look over the lake, glance to the stars, and give thanks for yet another grand adventure.

OVERCOME
With every grand adventure you must be able to overcome the unexpected. It may be bad weather, equipment failure, fatigue, injury, self-doubt, or other.  On this trip, my challenge was to navigate without the use of my kayak's compass.

By using a downloaded app (compass) on my phone I was able to set out on course, learn to use the sun as guidance, then reference a distinct shape in a distant cloud bank, until I found a trusted Michigan landmark.

While I zig zagged my way across the lake, I finished at the specific location I had originally set out for.
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With every grand adventure you must be prepared to overcome.
Thank you for joining me on yet another grand adventure. I hope my stories and photography inspires adventure in you.

- Photos From The Next Morning and Trip Home -
Scroll over each thumbnail for a brief description. 
The morning after under Big Sable Lighthouse.
Big Sable Lighthouse the morning after.
An eight mile paddle to my final destination at Ludington's Sterns Park.
Ludington North Breakwater.
Ludington North Breakwater Lighthouse.
Everyone is taking in the view of Lake Michigan today.
A celebratory entree compliments of Crown & Cork. You will never guess what this is!
Taking the SS Badger back to Wisconsin.
A view of Ludington Municipal Marina.
Leaving Ludington, a lovely lakeside town.
A view of Ludington's US Coast Guard station (l) and Maritime Museum (r).
A close-up view of Ludington North Breakwater Lighthouse.
Enjoying the 4-hour ride home on the SS Badger.
Arriving in Manitowoc, WI completes my SS Badger cruise.
My NC Kayak will soon be back on top of my car, officially ending my 2021 Lake Michigan #1 grand adventure.

To read more stories and view photography highlighting my six years of paddling, click here.
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THE NORTHLAND ADVENTURER

TABLE OF CONTENTS
Let me take you on my journey. 
Click on the links below (underlined) of those topics which interest you most. ​
Paddling our Major Tributaries
•  Rum River 2017
•  Rum River 2019
•  Cannon River
•  Superior Bay 

•  Upper St. Croix
•  Headwaters of the Mississippi
•  Namekagon River
•  Kalamazoo River

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Top Stops and Events
•  Lower St. Croix - Taylors Falls, MN
•  ​Lake Pepin and Lake City, MN

•  Lake Hamlin, MI
•  St. Paul, MN and Raspberry Island
•  ​Stillwater, MN
•  Tall Ships Duluth Festival
Objects of Interest
•  Great Lakes Lighthouses
•  Bridges of Stillwater

•  Wisconsin Central Bridge Ruins
•  Soo Line High Bridge
•  Vertical Lift Bridges
•  Trains
​•  Railroad Bridges
​•  Tugs and Barges

​•  Locks and Dams
​•  Business and Industry
Subjects of Interest
•  The Joy of the Journey
•  Overhanging Branches
•  Best of All It's Fall
•  Get Off the River!

•  Michigan's Prized Grand River
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Grand Adventures
•  Crossing Lake Huron
•  ​Straits of Mackinac 
•  Crossing Lake Michigan #1 - 2016

•  Crossing Lake Michigan #2 - 7.24.20
•  Crossing Lake Michigan #3 - 6.11.21

•  Crossing Lake Michigan #4 - 6.27.21
•  Crossing Lake Michigan #5 - 7.13.21
•  Crossing Lake Superior - 2017
•  SEVENTY48 
•  Campus to Coast -  A 150 Mile Race 

•  Paddling the Pere Marquette
Newsworthy
•  ABC NEWS: Avid  Kayaker Brushes Death
•  The Whole Story


Easter 2019
•  A Narrow Escape

​Reflections
•  A Wonderful Journey

​About
•  More about Mike Stout
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For helpful hints to plan your Great Lakes crossing, click here.

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  • Northland Adventurer
    • Rum River 2017
    • Rum River 2019
    • Cannon River
    • Superior Bay
    • Upper St. Croix
    • Headwaters of the Mississippi
    • Namekagon River
    • Kalamazoo River
    • Taylors Falls - Lower St. Croix
    • Lake Pepin & Lake City
    • Lake Hamlin
    • St. Paul, MN & Raspberry Island
    • Tall Ships Duluth Festival
    • Stillwater, MN
    • Great Lakes Lighthouses
    • Bridges of Stillwater
    • Wisconsin Central Bridge Ruins
    • Soo Line High Bridge
    • Vertical Lift Bridges
    • Trains
    • Railroad Bridges
    • Tugs and Barges
    • Locks and Dams
    • Business and Industry
    • The Joy of the Journey
    • Overhanging Branches
    • Best of All It's Fall
    • Get Off the River!
    • Our Prized Grand River
    • Crossing Lake Huron
    • Straits of Mackinac
    • Crossing Lake Michigan - 2016
    • Crossing Lake Michigan - 2020
    • Crossing Lake Michigan - 6.10.21
    • Crossing Lake Michigan - 6.27.21
    • Crossing Lake Michigan - 7.13.21
    • Crossing Lake Superior >
      • Helpful Hints
      • Packing for Great Lakes Crossings
    • SEVENTY48
    • Campus to Coast
    • Paddling the Pere Marquette
    • Avid Kayaker Brushes Death >
      • The Whole Story
    • A Narrow Escape 2019
    • Reflections
    • More about Mike
  • Contact