Philly and I celebrated our 15th adversity day last month. Perhaps you recall last year when I posted about our 14th adversity HERE.
We went on an island vacation. Mackinac Island, to be exact. Now, before we go any further, I feel compelled to educate us. Even though it's spelled "Mackinac," it's pronounced "Mackinaw." It can be spelled either way, but it's always pronounced "awwwww." HERE is an explanation. Learn it; remember it.
There will be a quiz later.
Ever since seeing Somewhere In Time, I've wanted to visit Mackinac Island.
Do you love that movie too?
It made me want to go to Mackinac. So, naturally, Philly took me.
Eddie wanted to go.
|All my bags are packed...I'm ready to go....|
We left Eddie with Gramma and headed out. Eddie loves Gramma because she never runs out of Grampa's beer.
We loaded up my guilty pleasure with our bicycles and other necessities for the week. Did you know there are no cars allowed on Mackinac? They had to get special permission from the island for Christopher Reeve to drive his car during filming of Somewhere. You can get around this 3-mile-long island on foot, bicycle, or horse-drawn carriage. (It's just over 8 miles if you traverse the whole perimeter, which we did.)
But first...getting there! Because getting there is
It was yummy.
Later (and very picture-heavy)....
We crossed the Mackinac Bridge. The 5th longest suspension bridge in the world. It gave me the collywobbles.
But before we knew it, we were on the ferry to Mackinac!
Our first view of the Grand Hotel:
This place looked haunted to me:
We rode our bikes all around the island, and we saw these Rock Jengas everywhere! Naturally, we played too.
We visited Fort Mackinac and I was more interested in the furniture than anything else. I want this stove.
I don't want this dresser.
But I had to take a picture because the pulls look like nutsacks.
Phil got really excited about the jail.
They had these wax figures, and for some reason, this kid freaked me the hell out.
Like we could resist:
What a child.
This one may be my favorite:
We ate lunch at the outdoor cafe at the Fort. The view was incredible.
The Grand Hotel was amazing. On the outside.
Here's a panorama shot:
The inside was nothing short of horrible. I'm so glad we didn't rob that bank so we could afford to stay here. I would have been beyond upset.
Garish is the best single-word descriptor I can some up with.
That sofa is made of vinyl.
That's tent material inside the cupola bar...the very top center part of the Grand Hotel. And that chandi? Classy.
Green fuzzy sombrero.
And giant cheeser.
This dining room does not help my appetite...
I don't know what period they are trying to replicate, but I find my monthly period to be less offensive.
There were horses (and horse poop) everywhere.
We ate tons of food. It was good, but I wouldn't say any of it was great. Of course, that didn't stop us from eating more food.
Our last night on the island was September 11. We attended a memorial service and I cried. And cried. I'm tearing again just thinking about it.
Finally, for those of you who are (or aren't) familiar with the theme song from Somewhere In Time, I've plunked it out on the piano.
I believe I saw an interview with Jane Seymour where she said she asked John Barry to compose this piece even though they couldn't afford him. I believe he wrote it free of charge...but I'm not 100% certain.
I AM 100% certain that this rendition is free of charge. Please forgive the mistakes and the pink pajama pants. And if you look closely, you'll see Philly wandering around in the reflection of the piano.