Two years ago, when we hauled our antique tractors to join the pilgrimage with 900 plus other antique tractors to cross the Mackinac Bridge, we didn’t have time to really ‘see the sights.’ This time, we’ve managed to cram in all kinds of cool experiences. Mackinac Island was a lovely place to visit.
We left on the ferry mid-morning and were met by too many fudge shops to count. Talk about the smell of heaven! I’d read that we could do a walking tour and that piqued my interest right away. This island is crisscrossed every which way with hiking, horse, and biking trails. No motorized vehicles are even on the island, and although you cannot camp, this is a cyclist’s haven.
If I had to live ‘in the city,’ I would want to live in one where you have to look both ways to make sure a horse-drawn dray, buggy or carriage! Oh, and too many kinds and styles of bikes to count. The island is heavily wooded…the kinds of woods that I know wood nymphs inhabit and possibly hobbits.
The homes on the island are all ‘cottages,’ although many of them are rather huge. Flowers grow abundantly and the views out onto Lake Huron are incredible. There is so much history with missions on this island and there are some beautiful churches still today.
We caught the noon ferry back to St. Ignace and will be driving a Z across the bridge tomorrow that has been modified for two riders. Our friends here in Michigan have provided for us, to save hauling the trailer. This ‘honeymoon’ trip is one I highly recommend.