Shiawassee River Heritage Water Trail
The Shiawassee River Heritage Water Trail complete with mileage markers and kiosks is open for kayakers and canoeists.
Water Works Park at 690 Broad Street in Holly, Michigan (42°47.172′N 83°37.565′W / 42.786200°N 83.626083°W / 42.786200; -83.626083, GPS data: 17T E 285205 N 4740417) is the launch site for the beginning of the trail. Strom Park in (42°47.172′N 83°37.565′W) in Fenton is the take-out point after 7 miles (11 km) of paddling.
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