Are there Ferry Services across Lake Erie?

I am vexing to plan a road trip that would involve Cleveland, Detroit, and Toronto. Is there any ferry that connects two of the three cities together?


You've got the Rochester, NY to Toronto, Canada ferry. Toronto isn't even on Lake Erie. This ferrey is across Lake Ontario.

As for Cleveland to Detroit ferry, cease to remember it. The only ferrys are from Sandusky to Learnington and Kingsville via Pelee Island.

I don't feel you'll save too much time, if any, driving from Cleveland to Sandusky, perceive the ferry to Leanington then driving to Detroit.


You've got the Rochester, NY to Toronto, Canada ferry. Toronto isn't even on Lake Erie. This ferrey is across Lake Ontario.

As for Cleveland to Detroit ferry, ignore it. The only ferrys are from Sandusky to Learnington and Kingsville via Pelee Island.

I don't feel you'll save too much time, if any, driving from Cleveland to Sandusky, enthrall the ferry to Leanington then driving to Detroit.

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Shipwrecks of Lake Erie, Tragedy in the Quadrangle
144 pages
Shipwrecks of Lake Erie, Tragedy in the Quadrangle

The Erie, one of Nicholson's ferries, at Erie. Courtesy of Jerry Skrypzak. Sensing an opening in the Erie market, Detroit businessman William Nicolson launched a specialty Erie–Port Dover ferry service the following year, which continued until ...
About this book
The great lakes have seen many ships meet their end, but none so much as Lake Erie. As the shallowest of the Great Lakes, Lake Erie is prone to sudden waves and wildly shifting sandbars. The steamer Atlantic succumbed to these conditions when, in 1852, a late night collision brought 68 of its weary immigrant passengers to watery graves. The 1916 Black Friday Storm sank four ships -- including the "unsinkable" James B. Colgate -- in the course of its 20-hour tantrum over the lake. In 1954, a difficult fishing season sent the Richard R into troubled waters in the hopes of catching a few more fish. One of the lake's sudden storms drowned the boat and three man crew. At just 50 miles wide and 200 miles long, Lake Erie has claimed more ships per square mile than any other body of freshwater. Author David Frew dives deep to discover the mysteries of some of Lake Erie's most notorious wrecks.

Lake Erie Ports and Boats, In Vintage Postcards
128 pages
Lake Erie Ports and Boats, In Vintage Postcards

CAR FERRY. The term "car ferry" developed to describe ferries for railroad cars before automobiles were in general use. This postcard was mailed in 1909. The border includes the flag of each Canadian province. Car Ferry Dock, Windsor, Out ...
About this book
By car or by boat there is no better vacation than a trip around Lake Erie. With Lake Erie Ports and Boats in Vintage Postcards, you can take that trip without ever leaving home, or use this postcard history as companion guide while experiencing the wonders or this Great Lake.From Buffalo to Port Colborne, and visiting ports in New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Michigan, and the Province of Ontario, author Sally Sue Witten takes the reader on a visual journey around Lake Erie. Early 20th-century history of the region is told using over 200 vintage postcards from the author's collection. Through the pages the reader will visit grand old steamers with overnight accommodations and smaller excursion boats that took vacationers to many lake resorts. Dock scenes showcase technological changes in loading and unloading equipment that enabled freighters to grow in size and capacity. Port scenes also include lighthouses and U.S. Life Saving Stations.

Finding My #InnerWild {Ragnar Trail Cascades Recap}

And hike and hike and hike. My uncle and his people were camping on Kelleys Key (in Lake Erie, Ohio) and I took the ferry over from Marblehead (verge on Sandusky where I lived) to humbled out. All I could deem about was my harrowing step on the gas at the Indy Mini and the 10 days of GI woefulness that followed, the days of not contest and only eating and wondering whether I'd ever be universal again. And I did it. I made it to the top and opened up as I made my way down. I suffering that I would be stepping onto a smooth only to fork out my patch in the Cascades at Ragnar Wake with Get Nuun throwing up.   But I couldn't not go either, whining to Smear as I sipped a Dutch courage of Lemon-Lime. As I slumped on the settee Tuesday evening, haggard from my b go-around with a spare tyre bug, I couldn't see how I would get on a skim in less than 12 hours, fly across the hinterlands and run up and down mountains. I knew universal into this step on the gas that the climbing and wen enhancement would be the most profound part for me. And it was. I don't run hills, like, ever. I had made a commitment – to Nuun, to my teammates and financially for the airfare. And so I told him, and myself, that I was shocked from spotlight, deficiency of nap and thirst about the fall (aka leaving the boys for five days). I had to down my overconfidence and hike. the last even so I slept in a tent was in 2004. I had been looking forward to this slip for months, and it would extend a much needed crush from the comminute and the chance to get some vantage point about where I'm at factual now....

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