Perhaps it was just my state of health that July of 2000, perhaps my frame of mind, but after visiting Mackinac Island, I couldn’t figure out what the big deal was. Why do people continue to flock to this island where everything is so expensive, the scenery is not any better than other places on the Great Lakes and the old buildings are just as old elsewhere?
We took the early morning ferry and didn’t have much more of a plan than that. We wandered aimlessly for a while, checking out the touristy shops, before we decided to take the horse-drawn wagon tour of the island. It was a good way to get around, but the driver was kind of a jerk. We finally got off at the Fort where we watched guys dressed in period costumes practicing their drills. Then we found some ice cream, which we ate in the shade on the hillside of a park. That was probably my best memory.
Of course, it is a plus that there is no motorized transportation on the island. The horses seemed to be ok, but perhaps there should be a limit on the number of bicycles that are allowed.
It just all was so touristy and so crowded. Maybe at a different time of year, or when it wasn’t so hot out, or when I didn’t have untreated walking pneumonia. I probably should go back sometime and take it all in from a different perspective. Give the Island another chance. Eat some fudge.