Mackinac is an island way up in the northwestern part of Lake Huron between the Upper and Lower Peninsulas of Michigan.
With fewer than 500 residents, it is no surprise that we had never heard of it prior to planning this trip. But wait; they have over 50,000 people there during summer days and over 1,000,000 visitors during the season.
What an unusual and delightful place it turned out to be.
It is an 18-minute ferry from the mainland. Cars are not allowed on the island, but bikes certainly are.
They use horse drawn carriages for sightseeing and taxis. We took a tour. Unlike other carriage tours we have taken, they changed carriages halfway through as different type horses are used in the city and hills than in the woods.
It is extra peaceful having no vehicles or vehicle sounds.
I must admit that I’m not keen on the horse poop around town. They try to clean it daily. It’s kind of shitty work. It seems that manure bags would make more sense these days.
Michigan has a nice mansion here for its governor.
The cute island post office is just like all of the rest – EXCEPT it does not deliver mail.
Their iconic sight is Arch Rock.
The island’s piece de resistance is the Grand Hotel, and it definitely is.
The Round Island Passage Lighthouse is yet another pretty one.
We thought it odd that the city is Mackinaw and the island Mackinac. It has to do with the French and British spelling the same word differently. They are both pronounced Mackinaw.
And, finally, Allyn still likes her fun (juvenile?) photo ops.