After crossing the Mackinaw Bridge we turned west on the southern route through Michigan's Upper Peninsula, heading for Wisconsin and the border crossing at International Falls, Minnesota.
Expecting long lines and delays at the border crossing, we arose early at our unmarked, dispersed campsite in Superior National Forest, about an hour south of the border and started driving north.
Along the way, to our utter surprise, there, on the railroad tracks paralleling the highway was a lone wolf. Yes, it was a wolf, no question about it. It was nothing like a dog.
It was the first wolf either of us had seen in the wild. It made our day. Here's what The Wolfrider blogged:
"After last night’s hellish attempts at getting to sleep, we got things underway this morning a little before six am. Less than forty miles from the Canadian border, I saw possibly the one creature that I have so longed to see above all others. I didn’t spot one last year, I have never seen one in Europe, and they are so illusive in the wild, that I wasn’t harbouring much hope for this year either. I don’t believe in luck, and although I came here again for many reasons, on the list, was to give myself another chance of seeing one. I may get excited about wildlife more than I let on, but in this case, I couldn’t help feel my emotions grow quietly elated. Even though I knew what I was looking at (because I had spent so much time last year, inspecting every wild coyote and dog, just to make sure) I had to ask KP if I wasn’t imagining it. Standing proud on the rail road tracks by the high way, as we slowly drove by him, a lone, wild wolf was carefully watching us as we crossed his path. As if wishing us luck on our journey into Canada and onto to Alaska, I genuinely felt emotional, and even if just for a moment, utterly fulfilled."