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TRIP 2 LOGS
Cleveland, OH to Chicago, IL Area
August 2-12, 1997
Cleveland, OH to Put-In-Bay, OH,
Sunday, August 3, 1997
Angela and I flew to Cleveland, OH on August 2, and were met at the
airport by our friend, Bernie Krzys, who loaned us his GMC Jimmy to get to
the boat and buy groceries. Well,
we promptly locked ourselves out of the Jimmy at the grocery store and
became very fast friends with the Berea, OH police, who
“jimmyed" the door open.
It seems this vehicle locks all the doors when you turn the key on,
which, of course, Angela didn't know.
While loading the groceries into the back of the Jimmy, she started
up the engine to cool the car. (She's very efficient, and it was hot in
Cleveland, 85 we found out later, and a little humid, too).
So, when she took the grocery cart back, and I finished with the
groceries, I closed the doors! Whose
fault was that?
Anyway, we got it done, and Bernie and his
lovely wife, Phyllis, met us at the boat in their other car, and we went
down to the waterfront for a great meal and some great boat-watching and
people-watching! Cleveland
rocks—a new song here, and it was busy Saturday night.
Clear Lake, TX is not as busy or loud--we don't have places for
boaters to tie up, either. A live concert was going on across the river; I don't know
who was performing, but it was rock-n-roll.
Also, a national tv show was being shot live; a local celebrity who
has made it to the national scene--comedy, I believe.
Sunday we
filled up with fuel--the earlier estimate was really close—and water and
washed the boat--a little at least. Also,
our boat was damaged in the slip. The
wooden railing along the metal walkway had fallen down, rubbing and
gouging the starboard side of the boat just above the waterline. Mike, the facilities manager there, told us they would pay to
have it repaired, so we needed to get an estimate and get it fixed.
We left
for Put-In-Bay about 1:45pm and arrived at 5:45pm.
It's 61 miles and we spent 4 running hours getting there. 
It was rainy but not too windy, and the winds we had at first died
down. It also looked like a
lot of rain upon our arrival, but it cleared at dinner and the sun came
out. Then, at 10:30pm, it
poured rain! At least it ran
the drunks inside; that was THE weekend for the 104th I-LYA Regatta, and
the partiers were out in style. I
think that's true  about Put-In-Bay every weekend, though.
It's a cute place, with a very tall monument (352 ft) to Commodore
Perry, who conquered the British in this area about 1812.
The
islands in this area offer some cruising destinations for local boaters
that we don't have in the Houston area, and some people live on these
islands year round. But, the
lake freezes and the only ways off the islands in the winter are planes
and snowmobiles--across the ice! It's
a pretty area.
Put-In-Bay,
OH to Harrison TWP, MI, Monday, August 4, 1997
On our way out, we saw two
groups of sailboats in races--no, we didn't blow through them on plane,
but we had to go around them. The weather was overcast that morning, looking like
rain, but we
had none. It rained most of
the night and was in the 60s that morning.
We were chilly on the water, and Angela changed from shorts to long
pants and a jacket. It was hazy, which we experienced crossing Lakes Ontario and
Erie in July.
The water
took on a pretty green color as we got into the Detroit River. It was an attractive scene as we passed the town of
Amherstburg on our starboard side (in Canada).
There are a number of islands in the river just south of Detroit.
We began to see more pleasure boats
but only two or three commercial vessels.
Detroit looked nice from the water.
I had stayed at the Renaissance Center (Ren-Cen) hotel for a
convention about 12 years ago, but hadn't been there since.
It seems to me that our industry had not had a convention in
Detroit since then.
We
reached Lake St Clair before I thought we would, and the water was even
prettier. The green color was
tropical, and there were more pleasure craft, including some 50-60 ft
yachts underway. On a video
Angela and I watched about this area, they described the marinas here, and
it's amazing how many there are. Michigan
has more boats registered than any other state.
It has a coastline equal to the Atlantic seaboard, counting the
Upper Peninsula. And St Clair
Shores calls itself the "Boating Capital of Michigan", which was
on our port side.
Our
marina, Belle Maer Harbor, was immediately north of the Clinton River,
which flows into the lake in an easterly-flowing direction.
We chose to stay there because the local Carver dealer said they
could do some maintenance for us on Tuesday.
Brennan Marine Sales (the dealership) were helpful upon arrival.
Their address is Harrison TWP, but the nearest town in the cruise
guidebook is Mt Clemens.
That day
we ran for 5.6 running hours, and the cruise guidebook said we covered 90
miles, for an average of 16 mph. We
planned to fill up before we left (I saw diesel advertised for $1.11, best
we've seen for a while). The
weather that night was cool--sweater or jacket weather.
The flowers were plentiful and beautiful.
The marina had concrete docks and piers (no tides) with gas grills,
picnic tables with umbrellas, and wood and plastic chairs.
There were about 300 or so boats in the water, and they had them
stacked 4 high in the dry-storage building.
Harrison TWP, MI to Kincardine,
Ontario, Wednesday, August 6, 1997
We left Lake St Clair on Wednesday and went up the St Clair River
into Lake Huron, the second largest of the Great Lakes.
Our initial decision was to go up the Middle Channel, as opposed to
the several other options available to us (it's like the Trinity River at
its mouth-many channels, most not navigable).
The big ships use the South Channel.
They all come together at Algonac, MI.
The water was clear everywhere; we could see the bottom in 6ft of
water just outside our marina and at the fuel stop.
But, as we traveled up the St Clair River, the water got greener
and prettier. At the head of
the river, at Port Huron and Sarnia, there were several distinct shades of
green. It was all very attractive.
The Middle
Channel was not visible from our vantage point; we just followed the chart
and the latitude/longitude readings until we got into it. The land here is marshy and low, plus we were heading into
the sun as we left the marina area. There
are no tides, but there are annual and seasonal differences in water
levels. Generally, the
fishing cottages, or camps, as we would call them, are only 1-2 ft above
the water level.
The west
bank (US side) is heavily developed and has some nice looking houses on
it. As we got close to the
head of the river, the houses  became older, indicating the long time this
area has been settled. Also
the banks became higher. Several
power plants
exist on both sides of the river, and Morton Salt has large
facilities in a couple of places. There
are several ferries and only one bridge, the Blue Water
Bridge, connecting Port Huron, MI to Sarnia, Ontario.
The cruise
guide says the current can run 4-5 mph in the river.
The elevation drops 6 ft in this 40 miles. We could really feel the current, as our RPM did not yield
the usual speed. I sped up,
of course, to compensate for it; and it showed in our fuel consumption for
the day. We left the fuel
dock about 9:15 am. We got
into Lake Huron at noon. I
wanted to get to Kincardine because I had read of its picturesque marina
and town.
We got to
Kincardine at 5pm, as I had hoped. One cruise guide said it was 101 miles, which I believed,
 so we
ran at about 20 mph. Then I bought a cruise guide that said the distance was 80
miles, which meant we averaged 16 mph. We thought we might figure this out
later, maybe.
Anyway,
we pulled into the marina after a sailboat of about 32 ft in length, and
waited while the marina personnel got him into the fuel dock.
We got into the diesel 
dock, and about 20 other boats followed us
in over the next 1-1.5 hours. The young people running the marina were very friendly,
efficient, and busy! This was
obviously the time everyone had decided to make landfall for the night.
We had
a nice meal ashore, but the main attraction was not the food.
The town has a beautiful lighthouse alongside the river, white,
with a red band around it and a red top.
At 8:30pm a bagpipe was played from the walkway around the light.
Combined with a great sunset, it was an uplifting experience. We
were sitting outside, eating on the patio of the restaurant, with jackets
on because it was cool (60s) and could see and hear the performance.
At the marina, a teenage girl assisted us
in getting fuel and a slip, charts, etc.
I was very favorably impressed with her pleasant attitude, and she
insisted on fueling our boat herself.
In the USA, it's my impression that the lawyers have tried to make
marina personnel responsible for problems with fueling, so they won't do
it any more. All we have now
is self-service, and what kind of service is that?
Another
note, we watched the depth indicator going down, down, and down, to about
300 feet, and then the screen went blank except for the word
"deep". We
concluded that the depth indicator wouldn’t read over 300 feet, which is
not true-it did the next day. The
lake has a deepest point of 750 ft-it is huge.
Later in the evening, we got a laugh out of thinking a depth
indicator could do its job by telling you the water is "deep",
"shallow", and "oops" for "hit a rock", or
"hit the bottom".
One other
impression--the town is on a bluff - this whole coastline is a bluff-so
you go up some stairs from the marina to the bridge that crosses the
river. Then you walk up the hill 1 block to Main Street, which is where
most things were for us boaters. So
when you looked back towards the lake, you are looking down as well as
west, which made the sunset bigger and nicer.
We called
Canadian Customs from the Lake to make sure we could clear Customs in
Kincardine, as our Coast Pilot did not say this town is a port of Customs
clearance. I could not get
through on the cellular phone, so I called my office to have them call
Customs. The reply was affirmative,
so we called their 1-800 number from the marina. As on our last
occasion to call Canadian Customs, the experience was pleasant.
The man asked who was on board, and I told him Angela and myself.
He said, "Isn't Daniel with you?"
Daniel had been with us in the Welland Canal, and they apparently
have all that on computer when you give them your documentation number.
They give you a Report Number, and that's all you need, and it’s
all handled by phone with a 1-800 number - easy!
In
contrast, I sent for a USA Customs decal ($25) via FedEx with a prepaid
FedEx envelope for them to rush it right back to me.
It took from July 21 to August 6 to get to the office. So, the office was arranging for it to be sent to the marina
at De Tour, MI, where we planned to clear USA Customs on Saturday night.
It was
nice to get some maintenance done in MI, but expensive. Also, we got some of the bugs cleaned off.
The Cleveland, OH to Harrison TWP, MI area had some world-class
spider-web spinners and lots of little lake bugs, which made the bugs in
TX look not so bad.
Kincardine, Ontario to Killarney,
Ontario, Thursday, August 7, 1997
We left Kincardine bright and early at the crack of 9am, or maybe a
little sooner than that. Everyone
was so pleasant and friendly. We
went out into Lake Huron and experienced the motions of the ocean.
The waves were 1-3 ft, and the wind was on our beam.
It made for a corkscrew effect, which was accentuated by the
autopilot. This trip was our
first experience with an autopilot, and in the winds and seas we had, it
caused the boat to swing back 10-20 degrees. We turned away from the shore to make it better.
Also, we noticed our autopilot, GPS, and Loran all differed from
the compass by a few degrees. We had some things to learn and to adjust, probably.
We made
Cove Island, about 90 miles from Kincardine, around 1:30-1:45pm, and had a
little confusion finding buoys. I
was expecting larger lights and markers than we found, and some of those
on our chart we did not find.
We
turned into Georgian Bay and aimed for a light on an island, which turned
out to be a sailboat, about 20 minutes later.
Ten more minutes and we found the light.
The warnings about rocks and shoals were true--we found breaking
water 2 miles off shore in Lake Huron, and, of course, Georgian Bay, land
of 30,000 islands, is full of rocks and small islands, some below the
surface. The weather had been
sunny, but became overcast and cool.
We pulled into Killarney at 4pm, in time to tie up and walk around the town.
It's too cute for words, but not sophisticated. 
We ate world-class fish-and-chips on picnic tables at the town
dock, where we were docked. The
neat thing about that was they were cooked in a bus permanently attached
to the local fish company building. The
bus is red and white with flags and balloons and flowers all over it.
The people are very nice, trusting, laid-back.
This town was 175 years old in 1995 and didn't have a road from
mainland Canada until 1962. There appeared to be 200 or so residents, plus or minus a few
hundred. The weather is
pleasant; there are 50-70 cruisers here, from 20 ft up to 60 ft. There wasn't enough electricity here for our air
conditioning/heat, so we did without.
We had one 15-amp circuit, but we blew the circuit breaker and
could not find it or anyone to reset it.
The previous night we had had two 15 amp circuits.
Killarney, Ontario to Croker Island
in the North Channel, Friday, August 8, 1997
We stopped at Sportsman’s Inn to get fuel, water, charts, and to
try email from a landline. The cell phone didn't work there.
Apparently neither did the 1-800 numbers from America Online, and
we could not get a toll call through on the shop's VISA approval line, and
the regular phone couldn't be used with a modem, etc. So, the email was not possible, and we couldn't communicate
very well. We did call Daniel
on a landline Thursday night, and all was well with him.
The
weather was much better--very little wind, warm, clear--delightful!
We left Killarney and began our first trip into the North Channel
with quite a collection of charts--some were little strip charts, one is
based on an 1885 survey with descriptive etchings instead of contour lines
to show elevations-- and the rocks everywhere. At times Angela would stand on the bow and direct me away from the
rocks, which are visible down to 10-15 ft deep.
Sometimes there was no marker where the chart said there should be
one, etc. It was interesting.
About 22
miles from Killarney we came to Little Current, where all the water from
the North Channel flows into Georgian Bay through a channel about 100
yards wide. There is a
one-lane swing bridge here which connects the mainland (on our right) to
Manitoulin Island. (I believe it is the largest freshwater island in the
world, and it separates our North Channel area from Lake Huron to the
west.) The bridge opens for
15 minutes every hour on the hour--only--don't be late, or, if you are,
don't expect special treatment, the cruise guide says.
Little
Current was cute and probably a larger town than Killarney. It looked like a good place to spend the night.
We went on from there to our selected anchorage in the natural
harbor at Croker Island. Along the way we saw a number of beautiful anchorages,
islands, and rocks, with the white rocks of the La Cloche Mountains in the
background (650-850+ feet high).
There were
about 14-15 boats there, mostly sailboats plus 2 trawlers plus a 105 ft
Broward with a red hull.
Our experiences with trying to anchor and tie up to the bank without a
dinghy are not to be told here, but through sheer ingenuity and brute
strength we got it done. We
only hit one rock with one prop, and it did not give us any trouble the
next day.
We did manage to go ashore and
do a little exploring. We sat
on some of the pink granite rock in a couple of curved sections and
sunbathed. We got into the
water, which Angela talked me into doing, and it was cold!
We walked up to the summit of the rocky hill behind our boat where
we could see for miles. It
got windy about 5:30pm and stayed that way for a couple of hours. We slept without the generator, but we needed it for cooking,
refrigerator, ice, coffee, etc.
We only
traveled 40 miles that day. That
was our day to explore and anchor out.
We had covered 487 miles since Cleveland, and adding the 813 miles
from Trip 1, we were then at a grand total of 1300 miles for this cruise.
Croker Island in the North Channel,
Ontario, to Les Cheneaux Islands, MI, Saturday, August 9, 1997
We left our lovely anchorage at Croker Island to be able to see the
rest of the North Channel and make it to De Tour, MI for the night. We pulled up anchor at 8am, and pulled into De Tour at about
2:15pm. The best part of this
area was the part we saw in the morning--the Benjamin Island Group , the McBean Channel, The Whalesback Channel, Little
Detroit, which is a cut of 75 by 16 ft deep that's almost impossible to
see until you get there, narrow, twisting passages surrounded by rocks (I
found I liked these), and anchorages everywhere.
The
chief activity in this area seems to be "gunkholing" (or
anchoring in and near pretty coves), swimming, hiking, sightseeing, and
picking blueberries, according to the cruise guide book.
We saw islands of quartz, limestone, granite, and the pink granite
of the Benjamin group. Trees
are on most islands, but not all, and the trees are not thick because of
the rocks. We wondered if
some of the rocks along the shorelines were placed there to stop erosion,
they seemed to be perfectly placed right at the water's edge.
The water
in this area is clear; you could see the rocky bottom down 6-10 ft or so.
Its color was dark, not green.
As we got close to Drummond Island and St Marys River, the water
became green, like the St Clair River.
At the
west end of the Whaleback Channel, at Turnbull Island, we were back in the
North Channel and exposed to the winds, which meant higher waves. We moved from island to island as we moved west, but there
aren't that many islands out here. We
picked up speed, as there was not as much to attract our attention.
We slowed down behind West Grant Island to get the lunch fixings up
to the bridge, and then proceeded west again.
The weather was warm enough for shorts, but just barely for me, and
Angela wore jeans all day.
At the
west end of the North Channel lies Potagannissing Bay (I don't know how to
pronounce it) which could be another good gunkholing area.
South leads to Drummond Island and west leads to St Marys River and
De Tour, MI, which is the way we went.
The water was a pretty green, as mentioned earlier, and there are
lots of islands, but not as many rocks.
De Tour is a cute little village, and the state runs the marina.
Fuel was $1.32 per gallon, less than the $1.75 we found all over
Canada. Overnight slip fees were $0.78 per foot.
Our FedEx package with the USA Customs decal in it was waiting for
us, and we cleared customs via VHF radio to Drummond Island Yacht Harbor.
The lady on the radio was nice, but I'm glad I had that decal.
Since it
was only 3 pm, we decided to push on and called Mackinac Island to see if
we could get a slip for the night. The
girl didn't laugh at my request, but almost.
Their slips were full and they had a waiting list.
Could we tie up for lunch only?
No. This marina is
also run by the state and prices are reasonable, but everyone wants to go
to Mackinac Island and they don't have enough room in their marina.
I had just
read about the Les Cheneaux Islands in the cruise guide book, and one of
the cruisers at the marina recommended them to us, so we went over there,
about 25 miles west of De Tour. It
became overcast, cool, and windy as we left De Tour, which made it harder
to find this area. We
anchored at about 5pm, and we rocked for a few hours.
The next
morning it rained, so I had time to write.
We sent emails at night—it was good to be back in the USA and
have our phone systems working again.
Les Cheneaux Islands, MI to
Frankfort, MI, Sunday, August 10, 1997
We were awakened @ 6:20am by hard rain, so I got up and closed the
windows and checked for possible leaks and water problems, etc.
I took this opportunity to catch up on email and to let Angela
sleep. She did her part very
well.
The
weather report said fog and rain, but clearing later, with a cold front
approaching from the west. Winds
from the SW changing to the W, then NW.
Seas were 2-4 feet and less. I
did not want to be in the fog, so we waited a little while.
We left about 11am.
I broke
the anchor rope by trying to lift it remotely (from the bridge) without
untying it from the cleat. I'm
glad it didn't tear out the cleat or the rollers.
This is only the second time we've used the anchor, and it is
different from our last one. Both
times we've had to take the top off the windlass, and Angela gets in the
rope locker and helps the rope come in.
The windlass can't push the rope around the corner without it
kinking up—we may need a stiffer rope, or a better windlass, probably.
Anyway, we still had the anchor, which I thought I had lost. It was relatively unused, as the previous owner told us they
didn't anchor much, preferring the amenities of a marina slip at night.
That was
our worst weather day in that it never got warm or sunny. We went on to Mackinac Island to see it, even though we
couldn't tie up and go ashore, and it wasn't raining right at the time we
were in the harbor. But it
rained lightly before and after, and it appeared we might be fogged in
around the Mackinac Bridge, the 5-mile structure connecting the Upper
Peninsula to the main part of the state.
At noon we
were at Mackinac Island. 20 miles past the bridge, we turned left around an abandoned
lighthouse and headed south, down the west side of the state. The waves were strong, but nothing we couldn't handle, and it
was chilly. I added socks and
a windbreaker to my jeans and shirt outfit.
When we
got to S Manitou Island (yes, there are islands in Lake Michigan--who
knew?), we pulled into the harbor there to see a restored lighthouse which
was built in 1871. The harbor is as round on the west as if drawn with a compass, and we got
the flavor of a Polynesian island with the jungle coming down almost to
the beach.  A few sailboats
were at anchor. There are no
docks there for use of more than 15 minutes to discharge passengers.
There is a ferry from the mainland that uses the dock, and there is
a ranger station there. Also,
just off the south end of the island, there is a wrecked Liberian
freighter that went aground in 1960.
By 5pm the
winds and waves had moderated and the sky was clearing from the west.
Our big surprise was the high bluffs on the Michigan coast.
We had read about sand dunes 400-500 feet high, but seeing them was
different than hearing about them.
Isn't it
interesting that when you get to see and know an area like Michigan or New
York, you appreciate the beauty of the area, and I think that's part of
the appeal of boating--it's so slow you get to see the area.
Angela tells me we're going too fast most of the time, and I
agree--there really isn't time to see all that would be enjoyable to see.
We pulled
into the Frankfort, MI harbor a little after 7pm, and tied up at the
Municipal Marina at 7:30. From
there we fueled up, pumped out, and plugged in.
Then we went to eat--lunch had been sparse due to the rocking
motions of the boat. The cook
won't stay below long enough to make lunch, and I won't either.
(Angela begs to differ. She
says lunch was healthy--fruit and nuts--like granola--most of the fruit we
bought for the entire trip!)
The town
of Frankfort was delightful. Every
building in the 4-5 blocks of the town was nicely painted and very
attractive. There were
several marinas there and 100 or more boats, and the town was laid out to
facilitate the boating. Some
of the buildings were old, with fresh paint and imaginative decorations. We had a good meal at the Wharfside Restaurant, with a very
sincere and helpful young waiter, and watched people walking to and from
their boats. Most had on
sweatshirts plus shorts or long pants.
It was cold!
Diesel
prices were coming down--to $1.27 there.
We traveled about 140 miles on that day, bringing this trip to 742
miles.
Frankfort, MI to Grand Haven, MI,
Monday, August 11, 1997
We left Frankfort at the crack of 9am again; Angela doesn't like
all this getting up early. We
had been putting in some long days, too, trying to get to a place to leave
the boat and fly back to Houston. The
place we chose is Grand Haven, because they have a Carver dealer here who
said they could perform some maintenance for us.
The town also boasts the world's largest musical fountain, which I
wanted to see.
The
Michigan coast did not change dramatically between Frankfort and Grand
Haven. The coast consisted of
high sand dunes, which were still amazing to us.
The charts say the heights of some of these sand dunes are 600-800
feet, but even looking at them they didn't look that high.
That they were there at all was a pleasant sight.
The wind
had shifted to the north, so we were running with the wind, slowing as we
rode up a wave and speeding up as we came down the other side. I was not interested in fuel economy at that time; I was
ready to get there.
The
harbors we passed seemed quite nice, as was Grand Haven's. Muskegon looked like a nice place to visit on a future
trip, and it has an airport. We
found out that renting a car in Grand Haven required us to go to an
airport, and Muskegon was out of cars that could be left at Chicago.
The airport at Grand Rapids had our solution, but a taxi there was
$75!
Eventually,
after a lot of phone calls, the marina (Chris L) loaned us an older car he
had around there to go to the airport at Grand Rapids. (We considered using the local Amtrak train to Chicago.
The fare was $42 each to downtown and it didn't leave from there;
it left from Holland, MI, so that was no help.)
It took the rest of the evening to drive the loaner car to Grand
Rapids, rent a car at the airport, have dinner, and drive both cars back
to Grand Haven. The musical
fountain was playing when we found it about 9:45pm in the evening.
The reason
for all the Grand names in this area is the Grand River, which flows from
the east about a half-a-state away, passing through Grand Rapids and Grand
Haven, of course. This is a
pretty town, and Spring Lake next door is pretty, too.
This
marina was close to the Lake, and we drove through and over the sand dunes
to get to town. There were
upscale beach homes along the way, and we rode up and up to get over the
dunes. Surprisingly, the
almost pure sand at the beach gives way to soil, or a mixture thereof,
rather quickly, meaning trees could take root just inland of the houses,
and agriculture just inland from that.
It was an interesting area, very different from Texas.
We
saw a few ships, but not many. The
lack of commercial activity was a surprise to us on this trip.
There are a lot of tugs and barges in TX, but not here that we have
seen. There were a lot of
pleasure boats (MI is No 1 in US boat registrations) and a lot of fishing
in them. The fishing must be
good. The weather was getting
cool--in the 60s all day Monday, and the marina was beginning haul-outs
for the winter. Chris showed
us his storage buildings. He
has racks like pallet racks, but bolted together, with boats up to 20-25
ft in length stacked on the racks. They
were placed there via a large forklift truck.
These boats were always kept on the racks when not in use, which
the owners like because that prevent the boats from needing a bottom job
(paint to stop the zebra mussel which is a problem here--no barnacles like
we have), and it keeps the boats clean and dry.
The spiders here are amazing.
In the
winter, the marina gets the racks filled with the smaller boats and then
they start filling up the floor space with the larger boats. Chris said it's like a puzzle.
I understood you would not be able to get to your boat in the
spring except on the schedule you agreed to in the fall.
Tuesday
(raining) we flew back to Houston from Chicago, which is about 150- 200
miles away. We planned to
come back on the 30th and move further south.
Statistics for the trip (Trip 2):
842 miles
54.1 running hours
1269.5 gallons of diesel
Average price of diesel was $US 1.41 (high in Canada)
Average gals per mile was 1.5
Average fuel price per mile was $2.1
Average speed was 15.6 mph
For both trips together, Trips 1 & 2:
1655 miles
128.8 running hours
2316 gallons of fuel
Average fuel price was $US 1.51 (high in Canada)
Average gals per mile was1.4
Average fuel price per mile was $2.1
average
speed was 12.8 mph
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