I couldn’t make Guy spend our entire vacation playing in the dirt, so we took a couple of days, left the puppies with “grandma and grandpa,” and headed on up to Mackinaw!
You might notice the different spellings between the city and the bridge. When I was growing up, they were the same. Somewhere along the way, they decided to use the French spelling for the bridge and the island, but they are pronounced the same. Here’s a link to the bridge cam on the St. Ignace side of the bridge. I like looking at it on the solstices so I can see just how different the sun patterns are when you consider longitude, not just latitude.
Though FOR A FEW CHARMS MORE never went to Mackinac Island, we did,spending the day eating too much fudge, shopping, and walking until my feet were swollen. There are only five gas-powered vehicles on the island, (fire, ambulance, cop, and I forget the other two) and you get around on foot, bike, or horse.
Here is a shot of some of the cliff houses taken on our carriage ride. These particular homes are individually owned, but the land is leased from the state for 99 years and can not be passed down to the current owners children. Because they live on in a state park, and there are restrictions as to who can buy one of these to help insure the upkeep. Most of the homes on the island are not like this, but a few are. I was impressed with how green everything was. The topsoil is thin on a limestone base, but rich.
This is the view down the Grand Hotel porch, the setting for the movie Somewhere in Time. They are making great strides in restoring it, and after six, they try to restrict access to the porch so the people staying at the hotel can enjoy the feeling of a calmer, peaceful past without the fudgies (tourists) messing up the ambiance.
And yes, it really is that long. The Grand Hotel sits high up on a cliff looking out on the straits of Mackinac, and it is one of the first features you can recognize as you arrive by ferry.
Our carriage driver took us into the interior of the island, where we found the island’s cemetery, moved from downtown at some past date. It was peaceful and quiet. The island was used as a military post in the 18 to 19 hundreds, and there was a lot of history in the ground.
It was race weekend, which we didn’t know when we headed up, and it was wonderful seeing the racing boats that had come in from Detroit. I tried to get a good shot of them in the harbor, rafted out off one another, but it didn’t show what I wanted, so here’s a shot of two of them coming in, heeled over in the stiff wind that picked up at the end of the day.
This shot is for me and my dad. 😉