Taking the ferry

I grew up believing the state of Michigan was shaped like a child's mitten. In reality there is an extra tag of land above the mitten called the upper peninsula. These two land masses are separated by a five mile stretch of water known as the Straits of Mackinac. In the 1950's a great bridge was built to span the Strait but to date no bicycles are permitted access.
So to thwart this inept road system, we took a ferry across the Strait stopping at Mackinaw Island. The island is a huge tourist destination due to its uniqueness. In 1901 cars and other motorized vehicles were banned. The only exceptions being the lone ambulance (no siren) and snowmobiles. Locals get around quickly and easily on bicycles. Heavy labor such as taxiing tourists, hauling building materials and UPS deliveries utilizes the services of horses. So on our exploration of the island we were swallowed up in a virtual sea of bicyclists and horses. Quite a change from our daily routine.
We ate some locally made fudge, browsed some stores, ate lunch, followed an information carriage to glean some history of the Island and it's claim to fame: the Grand Hotel!
We are currently waving goodbye to Mackinaw Island as the ferry pulls in to St. Ignace. At last we can start heading West again. Woohoo!
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