The Long Way Home – Mackinac Island

Shortly after Traverse City, we round the bay. The road bends north, and Michigan’s Highway 31 takes us through storybook small towns nestled along the shores of Lake Michigan. When we pass the occasional fruit stand at the end of someone’s driveway, Ashton is somewhat perplexed by the sight.

I begin to explain how we’re in Cherry country. Actually, Michigan is a growing mecca for all kinds of berries, fruits, greens, and of course cherries. The state offers rich soil and plenty of moisture making it easy to grow just about anything. Quite often folks grow more than they can consume and choose to set up a stand at the end of their driveway.

Since tourism is huge in this part of the state, locals or folks like ourselves who are traveling through will stop and purchase freshly picked items. It works on an honor system. We take just enough fresh goodies for our needs of whatever they’re selling and leave behind money placed in a container that they’ve provided. Small town America at its finest.

Time for Lunch

With our tummies growling (Hmm, maybe we should’ve stopped at one of those fruit stands), we stop for lunch in the beautiful town of Petoskey. This is definitely a wealthy town filled with architecturally attractive second homes and a harbor filled with high-end Cabin Cruisers, Sailboats, and Yachts. We admire our surroundings and enjoy a nice meal at an outdoor cafe.

Town of Petoskey – lower left. Mackinac Bridge connects Lower Michigan to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula aka the U P. Mackinac Island indicated by the red bubble. Interstate 75 crosses the Straits of Mackinac, a waterway connecting Lake Michigan and Lake Huron.

The Mighty Mac

Our drive continues. Highway 31 eventually merges onto Interstate 75. It won’t be long now! I can feel my palms on the steering wheel begin to sweat. The Mackinac Bridge connects Lower Michigan to Upper Michigan and is currently the fifth-longest suspension bridge in the world. It’s approximately 5 miles long and at its center sits around 200 feet above the water. 

All suspension bridges are designed to move to accommodate wind, change in temperature, and weight. It’s possible that the deck at the center span of the Mackinac Bridge could move as much as 35 feet from side to side during high winds. It’s a four-lane toll bridge with only the outer lanes paved. Wind warnings should be checked prior to crossing with a high profile vehicle such as an RV.

Mackinac Bridge. Only the two outer lanes are paved – center lanes are open grate – August 2011

August 2011 – Fortunately, we’re traveling in a car and it’s a beautiful August day with manageable winds … but that doesn’t make me any less nervous. The open metal grate road has my steering wheel vibrating from side to side. I hang on tight. The paved right lane is closed just ahead and therefore not an option. It’s a beautiful bridge and a remarkable feat of engineering that I prefer to admire from shore.

Ashton wins!

With the bridge portion of our drive behind us, we navigate through the town of St. Ignace in search of our hotel. Over lunch, Ashton convinced me to book a hotel room instead of pitching the tent at the Straits State Park. I have very fond childhood memories of our family of five camping at that state park, and I wanted to share the experience with Ashton.

But alas, the comfort of a hotel room with the ability for a long hot shower did sound rather appealing, especially since I could still feel myself covered in sandy grit from our morning escapades, but I didn’t let Ashton know that. I let her think she won! Besides, it was already a long day with another long day planned for the following day. The thought of having to set up camp just sounded like way more work than I was interested in doing. Hotel it is!

After settling into the room, we catch the next ferry to Mackinac Island to grab dinner and give Ashton a quick overview of what the next day’s plans would entail.

By the way, during this entire trip, we never used a GPS nor did either one of us own a Smart Phone at the time. We also didn’t use the internet during this entire excursion. We used a good old-fashioned Atlas for navigation, and I had a notebook with handwritten information listing possible places to stay and things to do along our travel route … notes that were researched at home, back in Colorado. During lunch, I made a hotel reservation for that evening via a phone call from my flip-phone.

Mackinac Island

No cars. Just horses and bicycles. No chain hotels. Just one of a kind lodging accommodations. No chain restaurants. Just unique tasty eateries. And more fudge than any normal person could possibly consume.

“Come on mom. Let’s go”, Ashton urges. Who’s doing the nudging now? “Okay, okay! Just one more phone call”, I respond. I was still running a business after all. There was still a responsible adult lingering within no matter how hard I tried to escape. My goal was to make sure the day was free of business matters so I could focus on mother/daughter time and enjoy our day.

9:00 a.m. – We catch the ferry about an hour later than planned. Ashton is eager to explore this island that she’s heard so much about from her mother, me. The previous evening’s short visit had merely intrigued her further.

The Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island, photo taken from the ferry.

The romantic 1980s movie, Somewhere in Time, introduced the country to the Grand Hotel and Mackinac Island. During the summer of 1981, I planned my first romantic getaway here with my then-new boyfriend. Although we couldn’t afford to stay at the Grand Hotel, we did find a quaint spot in town for a couple of nights. Apparently, our relationship blossomed because forty years and two kids later, Al is still dealing with my surprise travel planning.

No motorized vehicles are allowed on Mackinac Island. Ashton on her rental bike ready to explore!

Ashton and I were some of the first few folks to exit the ferry. Ashton was on a mission to get to a bicycle rental shop before the crowd and persuaded me to keep moving and not stop at the restroom. (Note to self – don’t listen to your 21-year-old child.) There are multiple bike rental shops to choose from, and considering this was late August and the economy was still struggling, the crowds were at a minimum. Her concerns were unfounded.

With waivers signed, we were given a quick demo on the bikes we had chosen. “Yeah, yeah, yeah”, I think to myself when the only thing I’m interested in is the location of the nearest restroom. Finally, the young man hands over the bike and I walk it over to the curb where I proceed to fling one leg to the other side of the bike and get ready to hop on.

Oh NO!

I’m not sure how or why it happened. It seemed to occur in slow motion. One minute I was upright and the next I was falling to the ground. The bicycle and I literally toppled over on our sides to the ground. Folks rushed to my aid. Oh no, I’m so embarrassed. I jump up, quickly grab my bottle of water, noting the wet spot on the sidewalk, and with a flushed red face laughingly say, “I’m fine. Yes, seriously, I’m fine”, and before anyone could say another word, including my daughter, I’m pedaling down the road to the public restroom.

Feeling renewed and ready to tackle the day, I exit the restroom and quickly spot Ashton who whispers, “Mom, did you pee your pants”, Ashton asks in a concerned tone? “Of course I didn’t. My water bottled leaked”. She looks at me again and says, “Oh my gosh! You did pee your pants. I am so sorry. We really should’ve stopped here first before grabbing the bikes”. I adamantly exclaim, ” I did not! It was the water bottle that leaked. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it”. We both bust out laughing as I remind Ashton that I’m thirty years older than her. We jump on the bikes still chuckling and begin our eight-mile circumference ride around the exterior of the island.

The bike and I get along famously after that initial spill.

Mackinac Island was once a national park, the second in the United States. However, in 1895 it was turned over to the state of Michigan and today over eighty percent of the island is State Park property and most of the land remains in its natural condition. There are over seventy miles of signed roads and marked trails, some of which are paved and some which are not and all are assessable to the public.

We weren’t even halfway through our bike ride when Ashton and I realized one day on this picturesque island is not enough. We should’ve booked an overnight on the island. There’s so much to see, explore, and enjoy especially when visiting during the off-season.

After our one-hour bike ride around the exterior of the island, we returned the bikes and set off on foot.

Of course, a visit to the historical landmark, the Grand Hotel, was a must. We tour the grounds, step inside for a quick peek and sample the Grand Hotel fudge, some of the grainiest I’ve ever tasted … no thank you. Moving on, we opt for a late lunch at a Sports Bar near the Stone Church followed by shopping and fudge tasting.

Ashton and I wore the Mackinac title of fudgie proudly as we made our way around the fudge capital of the world doing our best to sample and determine which shop makes the best fudge. There are around 13 fudge shops on the Island, and between them, they make so much fudge that the island imports 10 tons of sugar per week. Sampling fudge remains one of the favorite activities of Mackinac visitors, thus visitors are affectionately called fudgies. Chocolate is the most popular fudge. Of course!

By late afternoon, Ashton and I were getting kind of tired, but we had one more must-do thing on our list to accomplish. Take a cab ride!

Our cab in front of the Inn at Stonecliff

It was a brisk fall day in September of 1982 when I booked another romantic getaway for Al and me on Mackinac Island. We walked, we explored, we attended a reenactment at the historic Fort Mackinac, but my most memorable moment from that trip was the evening carriage ride to the Inn at Stonecliff.

It was a two bench carriage. The driver gave us a blanket to lay across our lap to help ward off the cold chill in the autumn air. We rode in silence. The only thing we heard was the rhythmic sound of hoofs clippity clapping on the paved road and the rustling of fall leaves. At the restaurant inside the Stonecliff Inn, we were seated near a huge stone fireplace that had been freshly stoked with wood. Al and I enjoyed a wonderful dinner while discussing future plans.

Less than a year later, Al and I exchanged our marriage vows at our turn of the twentieth century themed wedding inspired by our Mackinac Island visits. It was a very romantic wedding, and we were blessed with perfect weather … not an easy feat during the month of June in the Chicago suburbs.

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1912 themed wedding complete with horse and carriage – June 18, 1983

Ah, memories! During this visit with Ashton, I wanted to return to the Inn and since it was a relatively long cab ride, long being relative when you’re on a small island, the Stonecliff Inn would make a great carriage ride destination. We toured the grounds of the inn and then stepped inside. Disappointment waved over me as it didn’t seem the same. Perhaps I missed something or young love had tainted my memory. Regardless, it’s still a beautiful property that served as a great way for my daughter and me to relax and take in another Mackinac experience.

We took the ferry back to the mainland as the sun was setting. We had a fantastic and memorable visit. It was time to get a good night’s sleep considering the long drive in front of us.

Plenty of beautiful gardens to admire around the island

Time to Go

We checked out of our hotel room in St. Ignace as the sun was rising over Lake Huron. We had a nice lakefront room with a beautiful view. The Adirondack chairs placed on the beach near the water’s edge were beckoning to be sat upon. However tempting, my thoughts were broken by the realities of the day. We had a long drive ahead of us.

From the town of St. Ignace, we take Highway 2 west through Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. The scenery along this northern edge of Lake Michigan was nothing all that memorable. The land is flat and covered with thick forest. Ashton remains intrigued by the dense lush forests.

That kind of thick forest landscape would continue for most of our day with the occasional break in trees as we passed through small towns. Near the Michigan – Wisconsin border, we pick up Highway 8 and take it west all the way through Wisconsin to the Mississippi River. We cross the river into Minnesota and then head south traveling along the Mississippi River. The change in scenery was a welcome sight! We enjoyed the drive and cute river towns along the way.

Our general route for our mother/daughter trip. We started in Rockford, Illinois (A) then spent our first night (B) at Sleeping Bear Dunes. (C) St. Ignace and Mackinac Island. (D) Mall of American near Minneapolis. (E) Back home in Pueblo West, Colorado.

Once we hit Interstate 94, we navigated around Minneapolis and checked into a hotel in Bloomington. We were exhausted. What I thought would be an eight hour driving day, turned into ten. A miscalculation on my part, for sure. Thank goodness Ashton and I took turns driving.

The next morning, we enjoyed waking up slowly and taking our time to get ready for the day. The mall wouldn’t open until 10:00, thus no need to rush. This break was more than needed, and we felt refreshed after the leisurely morning.

By the time 10:00 a.m. rolled around, we were ready to check out of our room and visit Mall of America, America’s largest indoor shopping mall and one of the largest in the world. The structure offers an abundance of stores as well as an amusement park, aquarium, theaters, and restaurants. I had been curious about this place for years and considering it was practically on our route home, this was the perfect opportunity to stop and quench my curiosity.

Architecturally I found the mall somewhat stark, cold, colorless and lacking personality. It was huge, I’ll give it that, but it felt perhaps a little sad. The occasional empty storefronts were clear signs of a struggling economy. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but we were both disappointed and after buying a “Minnesota” T-shirt and grabbing a quick bite to eat at the food court, we were well on our way and entering Iowa. We overnighted somewhere in Nebraska, and the next day, we were back in Colorado.

Once in Colorado, we exited Interstate 76 at the town of Brush and headed south on Highway 71, a two-lane less than scenic country road, and eventually angled our way home. St. Ignace, Michigan to Pueblo West, Colorado – Three days and 1,500 miles later, I was exhausted. I’ll need a lot of rest before I plan my next getaway.

Pronunciation – Whether it’s Mackinac or Mackinaw, the pronunciation is the same: Mack-i-naw. The mainland area was first named Michilimackinac by the Native Americans. By 1715 the French established a strong presence in the area and shortened the name to Mackinac which was more fitting to their own language and while spelled with an “ac” the sound is “aw.” The British took control of the area in 1761, and in 1857 they changed the spelling of the city to the way it sounded, Mackinaw City but left the Island spelling Mackinac Island. In short, the French pronounced it “aw” but spelled it “ac”. The British heard it pronounced “aw” so they spelled it that way. Whichever way you see it spelled, it is always pronounced “aw”. 🧐

58 thoughts on “The Long Way Home – Mackinac Island

  1. The Upper Lower Penninsula (if thats a thing?) is a beautiful place, and of course Mackinac is amazing. We also wished we’d booked an overnight — I think we walked 16 miles that day!!


    1. Haha! I know exactly what you’re talking about. I already set up reservations this summer for Fayette Historic Park, the Straits SP, and a night at a B&B on Mackinac Island. Super excited for a fun summer. We intend to walk a ton of miles … well maybe not a ton, but 10-12 miles on the island is easy as you well know. Fingers crossed, my plans don’t go astray.

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  2. “Slow motion fall off the bike”: how well I remember that from a ride on my street racing bike in Germany, when at a red traffic light I could not get my feet out of the pedal clips in time and very slowly fell over to the left. What was really embarrassing at that time: a female bicyclist on a regular bike in front of me turned round and asked, “Do you always get off your bicycle that way?” 😦


    1. Yep, embarrassing situations, but gives us funny memories and stories to share. We’re hoping to return this summer but am unsure whether or not we’ll rent bikes. I’m leaning toward hiking or carriage rides. 😁

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      1. Another embarrassing story: when I fell with my very first and brand new road racing bike, the comment of my fellow bicyclists was, “Hopefully you didn’t do damage to the bike”.
        That area – the Upper Peninsula – has always been on our bucket list. Maybe some time, with an RV. We’re still thinking. A truck plus gooseneck have now been ruled out,, on th eone hand because we’d need a F-250, and that barely fits in our garage [only inches to spare], and also because I really would manage backing up a truck with a trailer. If we get one, it will be a (small) motorhome in the 25 – 30 foot range. But before that, we’ll have some more test runs with rented motorhomes.
        Take care,


        1. I think you have a great plan, Pit regarding the RV adventure. I completed my summer reservations for the UP and even have a night booked at a B&B on Mackinac Island. Fingers crossed nothing messes with my plans 🤞


  3. Ingrid you are a good sport with a positive attitude. These aging years and our leaking water bottles!
    The bridge potential swaying sounds incredible if not terrifying. Glad you made it safely across.


    1. Oh yeah, aging is fun, isn’t it? I’m still debating whether or not I want to rent bikes this summer when we (hopefully) return to the island. Fortunately, we won’t have to travel across the bridge with the RV. Those winds can be brutal.

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  4. Ingrid, this looks like a very fun trip. This is beautiful country (in summer – not sure how they live through the winters), and worth the long drive to get there. We too drove across the Mighty Mac, but were prepared so it wasn’t too scary. This area is a summer haven no doubt. ~James


    1. We had a great, but too short, of a mother/daughter trip. Al and I love visiting the northern Midwest … in the summer and I’m already making reservations for this summer. 🤞 But we’ll see if we actually drive over the Mackinac Bridge again 😉

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  5. I’ve thought about maybe doing a road trip in this area one day (we love our intermittent visits to the US to road trip!) so it’s helpful as well as interesting to get an idea from your blog about what it’s like 🙂 And you brought back memories of early visits, in the early to mid 1990s, using road atlas and guide book, with hotels pre-booked by mail or (expensive) phone call from the UK in advance or simply hunted down on the spot. These days I plan and book on the internet but I still prefer a hard-copy map rather than GPS or Google maps 🙂


    1. I’m a huge believer in paper maps, and fortunately, my daughter is too. Now if only I could convince my son. There are so many places in the US where a GPS can lead travelers astray. The Great Lakes area is a beautiful part of the US. Many years ago, we did a loop around Lake Michigan, and now I’m trying to convince hubby on doing a loop around Lake Superior. For now, we’ll just do partial Lake Superior explorations. I’m working on my summer reservations as we speak. 🤞 And like you, these days we book ahead on the internet. Very different from our 1990s last-minute on-the-spot planning.


    1. Al’s sister from northern WI is flying in this week. You can imagine with those dangerous below freezing temps, she can’t wait for our weather here in Phoenix.🌵

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  6. I love Traverse City, and highway fruit stands, so this post had my undivided attention from the very beginning. I grew up right next door to Detroit, Michigan (Windsor, Ontario) and always found Michigan a great place to explore. Fingers crossed that you will be able to get there this summer.


    1. My sister-in-law used to live in Dearborn, MI many years ago, and we always enjoyed visiting her. Michigan is such a beautiful state and I’m already looking forward to a visit to the UP this summer. 🤞 Hopefully, travel will be ok and the weather agreeable.


  7. Well, your boyfriend sure turned out to be a keeper! Love your wedding photo – and your carriage driver looks like he just stepped out of the late 1800’s. Romantic, indeed! We bypassed Mackinac Island during our Michigan travels, but I never knew it had been a National Park. Will have to put it on the itinerary for the next trip.


    1. Thank you Mary! You really should put this on your travel list. I think you and Alan would enjoy the UP. I’m in the process of planning a UP visit this summer including a day on Mackinac Island. We’ve tried the past two summers and am hoping this summer finally works. Fingers crossed! Do you have any RV trips planned this summer?


        1. Sounds like a great trip. Idaho is beautiful. Oregon has alluded me thus far. 🤞 Fingers crossed, our summer travel plans aren’t interrupted.


  8. It’s so nice to see and read that you’ve been having these mother-daughter excursions for a while. You all look so much younger. Time flies! Mackinac Island looks like a dream destination. I wonder whether motorized traffic is still banned right now.


    1. Mackinac Island has not changed over the years and most properties do their best to preserve the historic feel. It is, however, a lot busier and a prime tourist destination these days. It’s no longer a hidden treasure thanks to social media. I’m in the process of booking reservations for a return visit this summer and am hoping I picked a less than prime time.🤞

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  9. Ingrid,
    This post brought back some incredible memories. Like you, we only made a day trip, but rode bicycles around the entire island on a fabulous day…then ate the fudge we felt we earned. I have added a picture I took from Arch Rock. Hope you’re ok with it. So glad to know you’re planning to return. I look forward to the pictures. Have a great week. Joe

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    1. Thanks for sharing Joe. I’m trying to be a better planner for this summer’s travels and am already making reservations. I figure I can always cancel if the pandemic worsens again and states shut down. Last summer was pretty challenging, and we felt more comfortable staying isolated on private property. And considering it was lakefront property, it’s not as if that was a hardship 😎 But I’m really looking forward to getting in a little exploring and finding some photo inspiration this summer. I’ve been in a slump and ho-hum mood as of late and need to get those RV wheels rolling.


  10. Another great mother-daughter memory! I loved Mackinac Island. We didn’t get to explore as much as you did. We had our dog and walked everywhere. And of course bought fudge to take with us for the rest of our trip!

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    1. Ya gotta eat the fudge! Al and I are hoping to get back to Mackinac Island this summer. It was in the plans for the past two summers but obviously didn’t pan out for various reasons. So fingers crossed it’ll work out this year. I’d love to explore the inner part of the island this time.

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    1. I love Michigan! We’re hoping to spend a little time in the UP this summer. We tried to the past two summers, but for various reasons, we didn’t make it. I’m currently in the planning stages of our summer travels and feel hopeful we’ll make it to Mackinac Island this year.🤞


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