Day 2: Forestville to Casco
I was going to start in Algoma, but on the way I saw a sign for the Forestville Dam. I thought that would be a good place to start and wouldn't add too much to the trip. I was thinking it would only add a couple miles each way, but it actually added about 11 miles total. I guess its true men are bad at measurements.
1996 Ford Probe GT and 1977 Fuji in front of the Forestville Dam.
I was amazed at how much stuff I could fit in the car: bicycle, golf clubs, golf cart, luggage, and a cooler. It's sitting a little higher at this point since it's missing its subwoofer. ;-)
Llamas in Algoma.
I had seen some signs saying to talk to horses if you see them. I assume this calms them down. I wondered if it was the same with llamas, so I dismounted my bike and stood in the path and started babbling at them. "Hi Buddy, how ya doin'? Are you a Packer fan? Hi little llama mama, that's a pretty baby you got there." Next thing I knew, there were 4 llamas leaning over the fence staring at me. By the time I reached for the camera, they got bored and walked away.
About a block after this, a large German Shepard charged at me. My body surged with adrenaline and my heart was pounding a hundred miles an hour as I fumbled around looking for the can of Halt pepper spray I had recently purchased. I assume the dog was tied up as it just stopped. I was glad I had my pepper spray as I continued on my way.
This portion of the trail was a little more gravely and desolate. I didn't really see anybody until a few miles from Casco. About the only thing I saw was a couple raftors of wild turkeys. Unlike the wild turkeys in the Peninsula State Park that would give me a dirty look and step off the path, these turkeys would hide in the brush as soon as I came into view, becoming completely invisible as I passed by.
Windmill farm
Typical view of the trail.
Around this time, some guy on a motorcycle was going around in circles and using the bike path as his personal shortcut. I thought he was a jerk so I refused to acknowledge his presence. A little while later as I approached a road, he tried to gain access again, but saw me and drove off, waiting for me to get further down the trail.
Friends of the Ahnapee.
This was taken a few miles out of Casco. There were a lot more horses on this part of the trail making for a choppy ride. There was even a guy on a cart being drawn by 2 horses. I also got to play my favorite bicycle game, "Dodge the Dung". I took a break at a gas station in Casco before reversing course and heading back to Forestville.
In spite of the theft and the flat tire on the 1st day, the Ahnapee Trail is a fun and interesting trail.
Ahnapee Trail Photos: Sturgeon Bay to Algoma.
Ahnapee Trail Photos: Forestville to Casco. < You are Here