So it was epic.
(In my book, at least)
Rode the Lakelands Trail to Hickory Glen, which is what all suburban trails ought to be: tight, with some features if you're heads up, and marked well-enough that if you're paying attention, you can get 7-10 miles and be disappointed when it ends. The mark of a good trail, in my book. But nothing that is going to burn you up if want to keep riding.
And I did. So it was on to Proud Lake. I found a new connector segment (that always charges me up) which enabled me to keep the pavement riding to around a mile or so, then it was on to singletrack that is as raw as you'll find in Michigan. Of course, I got lost again. That's the best thing about Proud Lake: you can get lost. I came out of the bush looking like an homage to Charles Darwin. I had more snaggy seed pods attached to my clothes than dingleberries on a puppy dog.
Stopped at Holdens where apparently you can buy beer and drink it outside on the picnic tables (Yeah, Holdens!!!)
Did the road ride through Kensington and hit the horse trails and saw this:
News Flash: the orginial "Flow" trails are in Michigan.
News Flash: Island Lake is a high speed bombfest. It rules.