Our sixth and final lighthouse of the day came with quite an adventure. Our original plan was to visit Fourteen Mile Lighthouse. I entered it in Google maps and we headed that way. About ten miles away from our destination we turned onto what was essentially a timber trail for logging trucks. After about eight miles of a rough, winding, twisting, forking road, we came to our final turn, which led to an unmarked, overgrown path. By this time we had lost all cell service and were deep in the northern woods of Michigan. It was going to be dark pretty soon, the lighthouse was at least a two mile hike, and there was no way I was going into those woods not knowing exactly where this lighthouse was. We headed back out on the logging road. I had to make a quick pit stop. At that point I decided to play a joke on my mom. I came running back around the car, jumped in, started rolling the windows up, and said "we gotta get out of here, there's a bear!" It worked, she totally believed me. I let her off the hook pretty quick though. I was actually more worried about running into some humans than a bear. We started back out and came to a fork in the road. We had no cell service and took our chances. We picked the right way but everything looked so different coming the other direction. Finally we made it back out to the hard road. We passed a pick-up sitting on the side of the road with an older gentleman in it. We decided to turn around and ask him if he knew where this lighthouse was. He said he thought there was one out here somewhere but wasn't sure where. He wasn't from around here. He was up from Carolina, you guessed it, "Bear Hunting!" My mom really got a kick out of that. Finally we pulled over and asked a guy that was standing outside of a roadside bar and grill. He informed us there was one about 15 miles down the road and gave us directions.
It was almost dark when we arrived at the Ontonagon Lighthouse. I parked the car and made the short walk out the harbor and shot until it was dark. We headed south to Ironwood and stayed at The Crestview Motel. The innkeeper was an elderly european lady who referred to everyone as "Love". She was very helpful and pointed out some good spots to go see if we had the time.
So, six more lighthouses and nearly across the U.P., we crashed for the night.