One of the great 19th Century, American resort hotels was, and still is, on Michigan's Mackinac Island, not far from the Canadian border.
Here are Don and Jode on the island's main street.
Holiday mansions are called - as in Newport, Rhode Island - ‘cottages’.
'Driveways' are grass because vehicles aren't allowed on the island. This one leads to a horse shed.
Being a posh place, some bikes are equally posh. Quite honestly, this is a bit over the top.
We choose less showy transportation for a cycle around the island ...
... seeing carriages along the way.
Using horses means requirements are different here …
… and a lot of street cleaning.
On the vulgar mainland, separated by a goodly stretch of water from genteel Mackinac Island, we find this unsavoury hotdog atop a soon-to-be completed restaurant.
(In September, Don sends confirmation that the restaurant, with its unappealing adornment, is open for business.)
Back at Don and Jode's, I take a last, wistful look at an Airstream parked nearby.
I doubt if I'll ever have an Airstream, much less a vehicle to hook it up to. However, I was reasonably tidy, so do hope Don and Jode let me stay in their trailer another time. Oh! And even let me drive their pickup.
