Crossing the Bridge and a Few Days Up North

Made the drive north at the end of May. The sky over the Straits of Mackinac was heavy with clouds, making the drive across the Mackinac Bridge feel a bit dramatic. It’s always an impressive sight, looking up at the towers and cables as you cross over.

From the ferry, the bridge looks totally different, spanning the entire horizon. The water was choppy and dark blue. We passed the Round Island Lighthouse on the way to the island, a small white and red structure against the shoreline houses and trees.

On Mackinac Island itself, things were bright and sunny. The tulips in front of one of the large white hotels were in full bloom, a massive carpet of red and yellow. We walked around a bit, heading up into the woods to the quiet post cemetery at Fort Mackinac, with its white picket fence and old cannon.

The ride back was under a different sky, more broken clouds and blue patches. The wake from the ferry was a churning white foam on the dark water as we pulled away from the island and headed back toward the mainland.