We were just reminded by some wonderfully efficient police officers, (whom I'm guessing, don't get many "Law and Order"-type cases here), that the streets here on Mackinac Island are for the horses and the bicycles, not for pedestrians.
Three scents set The Island apart from other places I've been: lilacs (they tell us that this is the greatest concentration of lilacs in North America); fudge (17 fudge shops out of 18 retail businesses ...well maybe there are a few more businesses than that, but my blood sugar rises just walking down the street. ...and there ARE actually 17 fudge shops!); and the scent of horse in all its glory. Horses, bicycles, and feet are the major forms of transportation here. There are hundreds of horses here in the summer, and only a small crew of pooper scoopers to follow them around.
This is a beautiful place -amazingly gorgeous, historic homes, 8.2 miles of strikingly picturesque coastline, surrounding a spectacular forest.
Tomorrow we visit Ft. Mackinac and see three historic cemeteries. Susan likes to visit the dead.
The sun sets here at about 9:30pm ...9:30!!! That means it doesn't get completely dark until ...well, I haven't stayed up that late yet.
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