initially, there was significant trepidation about the ferry to the island, because james has enough ferry experience to know that there will be a loud horn that will honk as we pull away. he was scared, it was loud, he cried, but pulled it together pretty quickly for a ferry-top family photo, complete with rooster tail spraying up behind the ferry.
upon arrival, we had some lunch at the historic mustang lounge, and climbed up the walk to the fort on top of the hill. i expected whining because BORING and hot sun and, well, you know how it is..... but! we were so pleasantly surprised when they showed enthusiasm for cannons and re-enactments and old barracks, so we stayed.
fort excitement!
view from the top
we even participated (eek!) in the line dance
and the marching drill.
james began a serious love affair* with cannons.
*additional evidence of said love affair....
later, we had dinner at the coolest old bavarian restaurant in the woods,
bowled in their small-pin single lane while the kids reset the pins for us,
and then took a carriage ride home along the bluff, right through the swanky-pants grand hotel entrance.
our hotel, our little angels.
the next day, we biked around the island,
threw rocks into lake huron,
and climbed up to see a big arched rock.
we had some waterfront dinner (and more selfies),
and tried to cover up my gray hair with butterflies at the butterfly house. it didn't work to cover the gray, but that didn't bother me.
we packed up and said good bye to the carefree and car-free island on a gray and rainy morning, at about the same time the kids both got fevers, lost their appetites, and we were starting to suffocate under a pile of dirty laundry. we hopped off the ferry in st ignace, got some ibuprofen, visited a laundromat, and took a collective deep breath and headed over the bridge and into the woods for some camping.
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