When I think back on my golden-hued, wonder-filled childhood memories of Mackinac Island, a scene straight out of a storybook comes to mind: horse-and-carriages as the only form of transportation besides bicycles or your own two feet; a charming Main Street lined with fragrant fudge shops; butterflies and late-spring purple lilacs amid a deep-forest-green oasis.
Mackinac Island Tourism Bureau
