Pretty flowers greeted us in our rooms First Lady Suites
Stefania wrote a lovely post about our visit to Mackinac Island, where we stayed at the beautiful Grand Hotel. She's right that our mere words and photos can't do it justice, and you really must visit yourself to experience the magic.
Early morning on Mackinac Island, Michigan
Thank you, Stefania, for leaving the stories about our Somewhere In Time shenanigans to me.
Leave Your Mustang on the Mainland, There's No Drunk Driving on Mackinac
It was so hard to leave our Mustang in the parking lot!
In the last Ford-y Whatever post, we had just gravel sprayed out of Danielle Wiley's driveway, and were driving up to the top of the peninsula, to get the ferry to Mackinac Island. Four hours and a few ballsy red Ford Mustang V8 powered slow-driver-passings later, we were on the boat, sipping adult lemonade beverages (thank you Meijer & Skyy Vodka!) We arrived too late for the fancy dinner at Grand Hotel, so we had a tasty meal at a restaurant by the dock, and then caught a "taxi" to the hotel.
Since Mackinac is a car free island, that means that everything is done by horse-drawn carriage, including taxis. Also you smell horse shit everywhere.
On our slow, fragrant, horse-drawn carriage ride to the hotel, we met Transient Waiter Dude, who works on Mackinac Island six months out of the year, and then goes to somewhere warm like Florida to work the other six months. He shared this nugget of wisdom with us:
"Yeah, it's a party town. Thirteen bars and no cars!"
I been repeating that like Rainman for the past week. Sorry if you're infected now, too!
We Had No Idea Someone Made an Iconic, Late 70s, Time Travel, Romance Film Here
Self-portrait by Miss Jane Seymour, hanging outside the Somewhere in Time Suite