Friday morning came with the alarm going off at 9am. What makes the island so different is that there are no sounds of traffic. And since most people don't spend the night on the island, things quite down significantly as evening draws near. It becomes very dark and very peaceful. In the morning, the only thing that breaks the peace is the sound of the horses heading up and down the street.
After stopping to get some fudge and picking up a shirt for my brother, we once again hit the ferry just in time to walk up, load our luggage, and be seated on the boat within 5 minutes. We loaded the car back up and hit the road for the Mystery Spot in St. Ignace. It's OK if you don't know exactly where the Mystery Spot is, there are signs larger than The Statue of Liberty ALL OVER THE PLACE. Unless you are in a persistent vegetative state, you will find it.
This is the story of the Mystery Spot. I think the real story that needs to be told is who the hell names their child McCray.
My girlfriend had told me that she was an alien before. I now have proof.
After our nearly 10 minute guided tour of the Mystery Spot with one of the most energetic and animated tour guides ever, we got back in the car to head back across the bridge to Mackinaw City. I believe the exact quote during this picture was something along the lines of "Um, I'm going to turn now..."
We lucked out with the bridge and never had to deal with massive traffic backups at the toll booths. Back in November of 1994, I had been stuck in the U.P. overnight. We had waited in line for something obnoxiously long like 4 or 5 hours only be turned away at the last second with 3 cars in front of us: they had shut down the bridge. Stuck in St. Ignace, we had to find a hotel as fast as we could so we could spend the night somewhere besides the car.
A picture taken through the backseat window of the island.
From this vantage point, you can see the second bluff on top of the island where Fort Condor resides.
The view while heading across the bridge. Also an excellent picture of one of the many bugs that had an unfortunate up close and personal meeting with our windshield. During the entire drive home (since it was mostly at night and in the dark), the bug to glass ratio was abnormally high.
One can never have enough pictures of the bridge apparently.
This would be the more famous fort located in Mackinaw City. I remember being a little kid the one time I visited with my grandparents.