The weather for the flight in could not have been better--high cirrus clouds and no wind to speak of. Much better than the 600-foot ceiling and wind gusting to 35mph that kept us grounded in Sault Ste. Marie the previous day.
The carriage dropped us off at the Grand Hotel, pictured here.
We walked from the hotel over to Fort Mackinac, the stone fort overlooking the harbor and Straits of Mackinac that the British obligingly built before we kicked them out after the war of Independence. (Sneaky rat bastards took it back in 1812, though...)
Here, the American soldiers demonstrate tactics with authentic Trapdoor Springfields.
They let him hold one and Spud was in awe of that rifle, pronouncing it to be "SO cool!"
mine since he wasn't at all interested in shooting mine when he was here last year. Kids...
He got to check out an India-pattern .75 musket too, courtesy of his "British" friend.
As the fort was originally designed to protect the straits, it had lots of cannon.
Here's Spud in the guardhouse stockade. Since he was gullible enough to walk into the open cell, I decided to make him part of the exhibit for a bit.
Next, we hiked over to Arch Rock, a natural stone formation on the east side of the island.
Then it was back into town.
I took him to the office of Dr. William Beaumont, one-time army surgeon for the fort. Spud got to see and learn how he studied human digestion by treating a patient who was shot through the abdomen yet lived. The hole in the man's stomach never really sealed up, so Beaumont spent a couple of years looking into his stomach and putting various items in on pieces of string to see what the digestive process did. Spud was thoroughly grossed out, but he sure remembered it when asked about it later.
Then it was off to the blacksmith shop. Spud had been looking forward to this.
After dinner, we took one more walk about town.
Gratuitous Mackinac Bridge photos follow.