John Highhill, coffee cup in hand, approached us across the Port Huron, Michigan, Comfort Inn parking lot. A gift from Canada, the sun breached the east side of the Blue Water Bridge’s arc and warmed John’s determined unsmiling face with an incongruent rosy glow. He had the expression of a man ill at ease with his circumstance; I could tell this was not going to be a good morning greeting.
“Did you see Jill?” he asked.
“No” we said in unison. “Why?”
This was day two of our Lake Huron circumnavigation and his wife Jill was on her usual early morning jog. Nell and I just returned from our morning walk and were removing the cover from Big Ruby, our 2009 Harley Road King, preparing for an agreed upon 9:30am start on today’s ride to Saginaw, Michigan, along the west shore of Lake Huron. John and Jill, Bob and Emily Jensen, and Nell and I comprised the Old as Hell’s Angels making this motorcycle trip.