For people like me who don't like heights and perceive that the motor home is wider than the lane it's in, any high bridge is a nail biter. The bridge that unites the UP with the rest of Michigan is five miles long and no higher than many other suspension bridges we have crossed. Yet this one offers drivers that will take your car across if you feel like you aren't up to the task. Perhaps this started in 1957 when it was the longest suspension bridge in the world. Personally I found the 13 mile causeway that crosses Lake Pontchartrain in Louisiana a lot more unsettling. When you are in the middle on those two skinny lanes, you can no longer see either shore. Even with some construction, Ken drove over the Mac without a care in the world and we are camped within view of it on the shores of Lake Huron.
The campground is huge with over 600 sites, but it is also so big that I always carry a map with me as we ride our bikes around the place. Vegetation around each site gives the illusion of privacy and we have full utilities and 50amp electric service. This is a great spot to catch up with laundry. It's also a great spot to do absolutely nothing. As we drove in I noticed a man sitting on his lawn chair which was perched on his picnic table so he could see over the bushes to the bridge. When we went by five hours later, he was still there with a scattering of empty beer cans underneath him. His view was still great.