I did not take this photo of the 5 mile Mackinac Bridge at night, but it is just that spectacular. The bridge was begun in the spring of 1954 and opened November 1, 1957 and is designated as the number one civil engineering project for Michigan of the 20th century. It is currently the third longest suspension bridge in the world. For other data such as shown in the poster yesterday, you can go to this website link
http://www.mackinacbridge.org/facts--figures-16
We watched 4th of July fireworks from the American Legion, on the mainland, Mackinaw City. Being Legion members gave us the advantage of staying right at the bar inside where we could people watch for a break from being out amongst them. Besides the bartender, a local gave us tips on where to eat, avoiding the multitude of touristy places. It is always a benefit to get acquainted with locals.
They did show off with the best fireworks I have seen live since Calgary, Canada. We knew we were above the 45h parallel which is exactly half way between the equator and the north pole, up north as the say, but we were oblivious to how far north that is until we noticed day light lasts until 10 o'clock PM so fireworks could not start until 10:15PM or so making for some mighty cranky tots if their parents had not napped them earlier in the day. Many many years ago, when we spent summers in Prince George, British Columbia and Steve was a boy he refused to go to bed until midnight, because it was still light. We recalled that. And also when talking to the locals they mentioned the light is great now but oh those long dark winters.
Before this trip, I could not get straight whether nac or naw or Lake Huron or Lake Michigan but now that we have been there, I've got it. The mix up with the nac and naw is traced back through the history of the area way back to the Indians, the French, the British as explained by this clipping which you should be able to enlarge by clicking on in your browser. Fort Mackinac itself is very interesting and the re-enactments and docents in period dress travel and transport visitors back into history of the fur trades. The beauty of the area enhances the reality of the experience.
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The following page said that the British never did
develop a friendly relationship with the Indians and suffered for that |
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Another carriage on tour. Some walked, some rode bikes, some
rode horseback. To me the carriage was the best way to see
the island. Our guide, Dave knew all the local history. He also told us how
his job entails caring for the carriage horse teams too,
washing and feeding and gearing them up and down. |
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Here we stopped to switch carriage horses mid tour |
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Although the lilacs were not blooming, beautiful hanging
flower baskets are everywhere. Reminiscent of Victoria
British Columbia |
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Atop the island, the Fort lies down the hill. This is Turkey Hill,
during the carriage ride we did see some wild turkeys. |
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Hearse and fire carriages at the Island museum. The carriage
stops here so passengers can use necessary rooms and
grab a bite to eat. |
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Arch rock looking down to the Lake is awesome |
Seeing the Arch rock made me wonder yet again, why people who have never seen half of what there is to see in this country rave about traveling elsewhere in the world. The water there is as beautiful as the Carribean anytime. Of course we are flying adverse refusing to spend good money to be herded into a flying bus crammed with hundreds of others, packed like sardines and not even pickled. Nope, we prefer driving our 2nd home. I have another spectacular photo of this arch but Blogger will not post it correctly.
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A Girl Scout on duty working as a docent; summer jobs for youth abound
for the industrious, willing to work and learn the history |
We got well acquainted with Dave, our carriage driver whom you met yesterday. When he saw me taking the following photo he asked if I knew his dad. I replied I did not, but that there was something about this sight that reminded me of some people. I asked Dave if he ever got tired of the view afront, what's that old saying, unless you are the head dog in the sled the view never changes...look on, recognize anyone?
Dave explained when he told his family he was returning to the island for another year for this summer job, Dad said, "uh huh so you are going to spend the day looking at yourself..." We learned that the horses are
transported off the island to the upper peninsula where they winter.
To be continued with our trip on the mainland along the magnificent tunnel of trees and to the Legs Inn.