|Mackinac Island marina seen from the fort|
|Lock 2 Yacht Club reunion|
The lack of automobiles and trucks makes stocking the stores and hotels interesting. Delivery trucks arrive early in the morning on ferries. They are unloaded while still on the ferry and their cargo is transferred to horse drawn wagons. Most of this goes on before the first ferries full of Fudgies arrive.
|UPS truck on its ferry|
|SYSCO wagon delivering food to restaurants|
|Grocery store deliveries|
Basic services depend on horses and wagons as well. This is a Mackinac Island taxi.
And this is the Island's version of the Waste Management truck.
Although it is possible to rent horses to see the island, most tourists rent bicycles if they want to leave the immediate downtown area near the docks. The island is ringed with an 8 1/2 mile road, the only State of Michigan highway where motorized vehicles are banned.
Mackinac Island has been a vacation destination from the end of the Civil War. Many wealthy families built vacation homes here in the 19th century, some of which are still private residences. Many of these lovely Victorians have been turned into B&Bs or small hotels.
|Victorians seen from the water|
The grandest of the hotels is the Grand Hotel, built in 1872. This place thinks so much of itself, they charge $10 per person just to go in and look around. We went to the buffet luncheon so our entry fee was credited to our lunch bill.
|Grand Hotel from the water|
|Closer view of the Grand Hotel porch|
It truly is a beautiful place, but it is very expensive. We saw some advertised "deals" that were only $189 per person per night mid-week. That does include lunch and dinner, but still seems pricey to me. In the "small world" department, we were sitting on the porch enjoying the view after lunch when a former client from the County of Los Angeles Public Library walked up to say hello. Terri had been the Deputy County Librarian until she retired and moved to Hilo, Hawaii two years ago. I asked what someone who lives in Hawaii was doing vacationing in Michigan. She said she grew up in Wisconsin and remembered her father bringing her to see the Grand Hotel when she was only 12. She had always wanted to stay there and this was the year she finally did it.
After 2 1/2 days of enjoying the island, we left for Mackinaw City on the northern most tip of the lower peninsula of Michigan. We've been doing some touring around from here (more about that in the next post) but we are nearing the end of this year's journey. For several weeks now Ron has been claiming he sees the trees beginning to change and now Jim and I can see it also. Fall comes early when you are this far north.