The seas were flat, a welcome change as we left Detour Village, and they stayed that way all the way to Mackinaw City. We docked in a marina outside of Mackinaw Island and took an early ferry into the island.
A fifty-year old memory ran through my mind. It was of a charming, comfortable and quiet island full of horses, carriages, bicycles but no cars; A memory of sitting upon the wrap-around porch in the Grand Hotel, with a drink in my hand, on beautiful chairs and lazily contemplating the waters at the confluence of Lakes Huron and Michigan.
In stark contrast to what we saw today, the streets are streaming with people. Horses, carriages and bicycles are still there but the island has been engulfed in the arms of commercialism. It is still beautiful but you cannot get into the hotel or the fort without paying a fee. The ferries run every half hour and churn the waters all through the Straits creating large swells and fudge is sold in great quantities all over the island.
I guess you could say that it is possible to see a sizable change in fifty years in almost any place in the United States but it was most poignant for me, and my memories.