We took a little road trip Sunday and drove across the entire Upper Peninsula. Pretty area, lots of gorgeous views of Lake Michigan. Lots of property for sale, too. I though we'd enjoy more of a stop-and-play-often kind of trip, but one brief hike to a lighthouse, eighteen holes of mini golf and five ice cream cones later, we had yet to find anything besides motel rooms for $49, mostly without vacancies.
So, we kept driving.
Monday we crossed the five-mile bridge spanning the two shores of Lake Michigan, from there we took a ferry and experienced Mackinac Island.
First things first, the Fort, which turned out to be a fantastic interactive history lesson on both the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812.
Then we ate some fudge while enjoying more views of the island.
Our hotel had a wonderful patio and porches.
Everyone agreed that renting bikes and riding the circumference of the island was the best part of our stay. We did a bit of hiking and climbed over 200 stairs to the top of a limestone arch.
(Our hotel was right next to the ferry dock.)
Everyone agreed that island life was quaint and peaceful. The no-car rule made it especially nice, no noise, only a little horse pollution, and kind of old-fashioned. We ate like kings, toured the "haunted theater" and stopped in a gag gift shop where the boys bought pranks like some powder that makes drinks solid and sticks of "gum" that shock you when you pull out the offered piece. Interesting side note: the electric shock didn't work on me.
We strolled around after dark and admired all of the lovely homes, the Grand Hotel, the landscaping (it's illegal to pick flowers on the island and people take their gardening VERY seriously) and the lit up bridge across the strait. A tall ship came into port, and two large barges churned past in the distance. Lots to take in.
Meanwhile, back at Chez Green Girl:
That, friends, is the stray kitten the boys found while riding bikes last week. It was
* doesn't bite
* uses the litter box
* appears perfectly healthy
* purrs and is friendly to people
* acts wicked cute, especially when it chases its tail.
My guess is it was a farm kitten that got too curious and wandered off. It's very small, probably about 7 weeks old.
To sum up, we had a fast vacation and probably now have another pet, which I hope proves to be a good mouser because Jax only moves when he hears kibble hit his dog dish. I plan to bring the cat with me into the garden to see what it does ...
Don't forget--I'm giving away a copy of Mary Petrie's novel At the End of Magic. Each comment is a chance to win--drawing another lucky winner this Friday!
Spill it, reader. Have you been to Mackinac Island?
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