Horseshoe Harbor. I had to ride my mountain bike the last day I was in Copper Harbor. It would simply be wrong to do otherwise. The problem was that I didn’t feel like climbing all the way up the hill just so I could ride back down. I wasn’t in the mood for climbing-climbing-climbing, although I am usually in the mood for descending-descending-descending. I chose to take a ride towards the tip … Read entire article »